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pityslash · 1 year

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— “IN THE WATER.”

SHIP: bakugo x fem reader

DESCRIPTION: one year unexpectedly turned into two, you start to think all hope is lost in the apocalypse. spoiler warning: the real danger in the zombie apocalypse isn't the dead, it's the living.

TW: short series, apocalypse au, rawr rawr zombies & mild gore, descriptions of a panic attack, friends to lovers, main character injury.

　　I. WHO ARE YOU?

“please let there be something other than canned beans.”

you stood watch in front while he was looking around the back aisles. you two were in search of food, but everything else has been wiped out already. you weren’t excited about moving onto the next town.

it was cold out, you bury your face in the scarf around your neck when a shiver runs down your spine. occasionally you would see a few undead stumble towards you, empty eyes and its jaw hanging loose. you always took care of them quickly, you just have to aim for the head. “katsuki.”

it’s been years since everything turned to shit. when the bitten were who you feared and everyone you knew was gone. sacrifice or idiocy, it didn’t matter. but sometimes, you’ll catch a glimpse of the survivors —they always traveled in groups and you wanted to avoid them at all costs.

you had to remind yourself what kind of people would be left over, what morals they have.

the screams met deaf ears when katsuki saved you from this other man, grabbing his neck and throwing his body on the ground, the eyes of horror before getting a shot to the head. you shift slowly, shards of glass dig into your hands as he comes closer.

“you killed them.” you hated the way your voice trembles. blood leaks out of the holes in their heads, your throat tightens and aches like you’re about to cry.

it was like static noise on television, the buzz of city life only a memory in the back of your mind. now all you hear was the groaning of the undead, and the screams of those who weren’t resourceful enough.

your small moment of peace doesn't last long, broken by the slide of the glass door behind you and a pair of footsteps. you don't need to look over your shoulder to know who it is. “there’s nothing but dog food. some fucks must have found our stash.”

you can’t hide the disappointment on your face and it makes katsuki roll his eyes, pushing up the safety lever on the beretta 92 before sliding it back into the band around his waist. “i see more revenants coming this way, let’s go.”

katsuki holds out a hand and you take it.

the man took a glance at your arms and legs and you knew what you’d see from the excruciating agony. “yeah, should i have left you for dead?” he kicks your leg with his shoe, “maybe i’ll shoot you anyway, just in case.”

in case you were bitten? you were bleeding too much for it to be a bite.

“no— of course not!”

you hold your breath, bruised cheeks burning and you felt dizzy when he raised the pistol again, unblinking and focused. “stop yelling, jackass.” you can’t even look at him directly.

you’re shaking and everything hurts, and the blood everywhere makes you so scared, the gun pointed at you makes you so scared. it was the ease with which he saved your life, the complete lack of hesitation.

“keep zoning out and you’ll get lost again.”

“that was one time.” you take a deep breath, the smell of wet grass doing little to calm your nerves about being in the open like this. “how much further?”

“just a few miles.” katsuki says quietly, not a hint of hostility in his voice for the first time, and you nod, fighting to get your breathing under control. you wished, more than anything, that you had your anxiety medication.

“hey, relax. before you make yourself pass out,”

it took a long time to gain his trust, having to pack up the bedding while he took care of the rest before you two made it to the city, in case you made a run for it with days worth of food. the hours and hours on your feet and the whining while this man told you to shut up, struggling through a harsh winter.

but he was true to his word.

“it looks abandoned.” you look up at the house with boarded up windows and a wooden fence, it was too quiet. “wanna do it?” the sky was pretty and clear, finally warming up but that meant the undead would venture out again, too. katsuki sighs, “we can’t be too sure, be careful.”

you duck behind the car halfway up the driveway and creep up the stairs of the front porch.

the slits between the boards give you a limited view inside, seeing only the first room but there was a gate leading to the backyard, though it was chained up. katsuki kept watch while you tried the knob. it was locked, of course.

you share a glance and he held his gun at the ready with a nod. pulling out the crowbar from your backpack, you pry at the door as quietly as possible, the sound of wood splintering. it took a few tries but you finally eased the door open.

you two searched the house, both floors came up empty besides a few dead animals. there were four bedrooms, one belonging to a young girl and you wondered about the kind of family who once lived here.

smudged pencil marks on the door frame, glittery princess stickers peeling off the yellow walls. you find out the girl’s name and it didn’t make you feel any better.

the sun was setting so you two settled in for the night, putting your sleeping bags down in the living room and lighting a small candle. the house was empty and wasn’t completely falling apart. “here, take it.”

he was giving up his share. you offer half of the jerky and he reluctantly takes it, the grumble of his stomach enough to shut his mouth.

“thanks.”

for miles all that could be heard was the sound of running water and kicking a stone on the road, that random tune that got stuck in your head last night.

the sun was high in the sky and it reminded you that you’d have to meet with katsuki at noon. you were the one who suggested the split up to cover more ground even if he was reluctant.

“is it too early for lunch?” you asked no one, digging through your bag for the last of the jam and bread you packed before leaving home. things were getting harder every day, and you two were getting more and more frustrated when you came back empty handed.

you take a bite out of the bread and savor the blueberry jam, rich and sweet. katsuki would always tell you to make it last, maybe you’ll save him half.

you finally made it back to the market. those things always wandered about, and the place was too big to just walk inside hoping for the best.

so you knock your crowbar against the tile floor to call out any more undead but there was only silence. you start to go through the mess. sunflower seeds, some dented cans of tuna and fried apples, it must have been luck.

you were looking at the arrangement of dead flowers and think about taking a magazine with a cover that caught your eye, but then you heard a scream.

there’s gunshots and names thrown around as you rush over to see the commotion. you quickly see more undead thanks to all the noise, hoping katsuki wouldn’t come this way, because you could be stuck here for a while.

two kids were cornered just across the street, it used to be a barber shop, those disgusting things getting closer and closer. leave them or give into the last bit of humanity you had. “hey, this way!”

you call out to them from the other side, it was a little girl standing in front of the boy, who you assume was her brother. she cried in frustration when the gun clicked each time she pulled the trigger. revenants are fast, but they’re clumsy, so you could be faster.

you stab two in the head without breaking a sweat, they fall to the ground with a hollow thump. you make a run for it since more were drawn by the noise. “come on!”

they caught up quickly, the scraping of that girl’s shoes against the cement makes you want to cover your ears. “katsuma!” you hear from behind, turning to see her pick him up from the ground. he tripped.

“hurry!” you might have pushed their backs too hard if the squeak that left the boy’s mouth was any tell, struggling to keep up with their small legs. then you notice the alley, taking a sharp turn and yanking their arms to pick them up.

suddenly you were inside a heavy metal door, it was dark and they whisper as you slide down the handle and there’s a click.

“quiet,” you shush them, using your own body to shield them if worst turns to worst. you feel the boy bury his face in your shirt, grossed out by tears and snot, and the little girl squeezed your hand, so tight it felt like it’d bruise.

you were horribly out of breath, maybe even scared. but the undead finally passed —waiting a few minutes wouldn’t hurt. you listen as the groans and growls get far enough, taking a deep inhale and slowly moving away from the cool surface.

it was alright.

“we’re safe now.“ but you can't even turn back before there is something cold on the back of your head. this time she holds the gun with confidence, fingers on the trigger.

“put your hands up and close your eyes.” you feel your blood boil, the tone of this girl’s voice not sitting right but maybe that was the point. “don’t do anything dumb.. take the bag.”

you noticed the boy, katsuma, had dried the tears from his face and started to walk over while you slowly took off your backpack, which he took with shaky hands. “so i just saved you and now you’re robbing me?”

he must have been surprised it felt so heavy.

the girl snatches it from him. “we were fine, didn’t ask for your help.” sure seemed like it. you turn your head and watch her digging around in your backpack and you know katsuki will kill you.

“we’ll just take this, thanks. keep your eyes closed and count to fifty before you go.” she said, and for some reason you did.

the silence after their small footsteps fade out, even with your keen ear. you finally found katsuki waiting for you anxiously outside of the market.

“i heard the gunshots. what happened?” he was quick to ask and you were never one to hold back from him. too bad he was as upset as you expected. “—but you’re alright?”

the question made your smile get bigger, and you feign a small limp. “mm, i twisted my ankle so bad.” katsuki didn’t look impressed. “anyway.. katsuki, they could have been with a group, don’t you think? maybe they got separated.”

you made it home before dark. when you finally are able to shake off the feeling of being watched, you collapse on a chair in the dining room, the legs scraping against the floor loudly. katsuki drops his bag on the table and you make grabby hands, “so, what’s for dinner?”

“beans. and more beans.”

the look you give him makes katsuki glare back, opening the lid of one can. “don’t complain! next time, don’t let some kid take our shit.”

you snatch a can of beans and katsuki rolls his eyes, spoon flinging a bean at you from across the table. “didn’t your mom ever tell you not to play with your food?” but katsuki only gives a half smile, and it makes dimples dig into his cheeks. you swear you haven’t seen him smile before, or maybe you never noticed.

you two eat in silence and start to get ready for bed, doing one last house check and finally putting out the light. you stayed up a little longer though, wrapped in a small matted blanket as those kids have yet to leave your mind.

glancing out the window, stars bright in the unpolluted sky, you hoped they had a safe place to sleep tonight. you sigh and finally close your eyes, not that it makes a difference in the dark.

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maddiehu7 · 3 months

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Apocalyptic | Daryl Dixon |

Chapter 3

"Hey you alive in there?" The voice questions I pick up the radio quickly

"Hello? hello?" I ask urgently

"There you are you had me wondering" the man says relived

"Where are you? Outside? Can you see us right now?" Rick says grabbing the radio from me

"Yeah I can see you, your surround by walkers, that's the bad news" the radio cackles

"There's good news?" Rick says back

"No"

"Well that's great" I sigh out

"listen whoever you are I don't mind telling you we're a little concerned in here" ricks says getting agitated

"Oh man, you should see it from here you'd be having a major freak out" the man over the radio says, that's helpful i think to myself rolling my eyes

"Got any advice for us?" He questions hopelessly

"Yeah, I'd say make a run for it" he says I grab the radio angrily

"That's it? Make a run for it?" I grit out

"My ways not as dumb as it sounds you've got eyes on the outside here, there's one geek still up on the tank but the others have climbed down and joined the feasting frenzy where the horse went down, you with me so far?" He asks

"So far" I say back

"Okay the street on the other side of the tank is less crowded, if you move now well there distracted you stand a chance, got ammo?" He questions

"In that duffel bag I dropped out there and guns can I get it?" I reply back

"Forget the bag ok? It's not an option what do you have on you?" He asks

"Hang on" I drop the radio going to grab the gun Rick got from the army dude checking its clip theres only 15 rounds...shit I sigh going to check the army man's body when I find a Grenade oh hell yeah I think handing it to Rick going back over to the radio picking it up

"I've got a Beretta with one clip, 15 rounds" I say worriedly

"Make em count, jump off the right side of the tank keep going in that direction, there's an alley up the street maybe 50 yards be there." The man says back

"Hey what's your name?" I ask curiously

"Have you been listening? Your running out of time" he says rushed, right I think to myself I let go of the radio looking over at Rick

"You ready?" I say looking at him nervously

"As ready as I can be" he says also nervous I grab a baseball bat and give Rick the gun sense he's worse at killing walkers I go to open the top of the tank I take a deep breathe before pushing it open I look out and see the walker at the top swinging at it making it fall to the ground I push myself out looking back to make sure Rick gets out, we head down the tank jumping off at the bottom I immediately jump into action swinging at walkers rick shooting them, we're heading down the street when I go to swing at someone in an alley

"Not dead! Come on! come on!" I stop mid swing running down the alley with him Rick trailing behind watching our backs

"Come on!" The man says climbing up a ladder i go up first rick still shooting

"What are you doing come on!" I say looking down at Rick he runs out of ammo throwing the gun starting to climb once we get halfway we take a break I look Down seeing how many walkers there are

"Holy shit" I sigh out of breath

"Nice moves there Clint Eastwood" the man says looking at me I smirk

"You the new sherif riding in to clean the town up?" The man asks Rick I huff a chuckle out

"It wasn't my intention" Rick says out of breath

"Yeah whatever yeehaw, your still dumbasses" the man says rolling his eyes

"Rick, Alex, thanks " rick pants out going to shake the man's hand

"Glenn, your welcome" he says shaking ricks hand

"Uh guys pause the love fest for a second" I say pointing towards the walkers starting to climb Glenn goes to the ladder looking how far up it is

"Bright side, it'll be the fall that kills us" he says looking at me

"What a nice bright side" I say smiling sarcastically Glenn smiles back as we all start to climb. After what feels like forever we get to the top walking over a board to the next building over

"Are you the one that barricaded the alley?" Rick asks

"Somebody did-I guess when the city got overrun, whoever did it was thinking not many geeks would get through" Glenn says as we start to run over to a ladder down into a building Glenn opens the top throwing his backpack into it

"Back at the tank, why'd you stick your neck out for us?" I say looking at him suspiciously considering we still only just meant

"Call it foolish, naive hope that if I'm ever that far up shit creek somebody might do the same for me, guess I'm an even bigger dumbass than you guys" he says climbing down the ladder I look down smirking and start to climb down, when we get to the bottom we run through a exit climbing down some stairs

"I'm back, got two guests plus four geeks in the alley" Glenn says into a walki-talki we reach the bottom of the stairs to see walkers roaming I start to panic when some people with bats come out killing them

"Let's go!" Glenn shouts me and Rick running after him into a metal door

"Morales let's go!" Glenn shouts looking back at the man in amour with a bat swinging at the walker, he runs over closing the door swiftly

"You son of a bitches we outta kill you" I look up to see a gun pointed at me and Rick by some blonde lady

"Just chill out Andrea, back off" Glenn says trying to diffuse the situation

"Come on ease up" morales says taking off his armor

"Ease up? Your kidding me, right? We're dead becuase of these stupid assholes" Andrea says angrily

"Andrea, I said back the hell off" morales saying coming up to her she thinks for a moment before dropping the gun starting to tear up

"We're dead-all of us becuase of you guys" she says frustrated

"I don't understand" Rick says confused

"Look, we came into the city to scavenge supplies you know what the key to scavenging is? Surviving! You know the key to surviving? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing not shooting up the streets like it's the o.k. Corral" morales says pushing us into a hall way leading us into a department store shoving us towards the windows

"Every geek for miles around heard you popping off rounds" he says gesturing to the hoard of walkers outside

"You just rang the dinner bell" Andrea adds

"Get the picture now?" Morales asks annoyed I look at the window scared seeing the glass start to crack under there weight but then one grabs a rock and starts smashing the glass

"Oh god" I say us all backing up

"What the hell were you doing out there anyway?" Andrea asks us

"Trying to flag the helicopter" Rick's says

"Helicopter man that's crap there ain't no damn helicopter" some guy with a do rag on his head says

"You were chasing a hallucination imagining things it happens" another lady with short black hair says

"We saw it" I snap not liking feeling crazy

"Hey, t-dog try that c.b. Can you contact the others?" Morales tells the man with the walki-talki

"Others, the refugee center?" I question

"Yeah the refugee center they've got biscuits waiting in the oven for us" the short haired girl says sarcastically which makes me roll my eyes

"Got no signal, maybe the roof" t-dog suggests when we hear a shot from above

"Oh no is that Dixon?" Andrea says freaking out a bit everyone starting to head for the stairs

"Come on let's go" Glenn says following the group up the stairs to the roof, when we reach the top I see a blading grey haired man shooting a rifle

"Hey Dixon are you crazy?!" Morales yells, the man continues shooting

"Hey! Y'all be more polite to a man with a gun!" He looks back yelling over at us

"Huh only common sense" he says dropping down from the ledge he was on

"Man you wasting bullets we ain't even got! And you're bringing even more of them down on our asses! Man, just chill" t-dog yells running over angrily

"Hey! Bad enough I got this taco-bender on my ass all day now I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so bro that'll be the day" the man with the gun says

"Oh great a racist" I mutter to Rick already hating the man

"That'll be the day, you got something you wanna tell me?" T-dog questions

"Hey t-dog man just leave it it ain't worth it, now Merle just relax, ok?" morales sighs out

"You want to know the day?" Merle ignores him continuing

"Yeah" t-dog stands up taller

"I'll tell you the day, Mr."yo" it's the day I take orders from a nigger" Merle says but before he can even finish t-dog attacks him but Merle's to strong he punches him back almost knocking him to the ground

"Dixon!" Andrea says trying to stop it, rick goes over to help but Merle just punches him in the face making him fall back

"Oh hell no" I mutter out seeing this asshole hurt my brother going over to him but when I get there Merle slams t-dog against a pole him groaning in pain on the ground every one rallies around trying to stop him but when he pulls out a gun and points it at t-dog we all pause

"Yeah! All right!" Merle says on top of him spitting on him

"We're gonna have ourselves a little powwow, huh? Talk about who's in charge I vote me anybody else?" He continues getting off of him

"I vote no you racist piece of shit!" I yell at him he turns around pointing the gun at me now

"And who is this fine piece of ass?" He says smirking licking his lips I visibly recoil in disgust, well he's focused on me they pull a groaning t-dog away from under Merle

"Don't talk to my sister like that" Rick comes up behind Merle punching him to the ground handcuffing him to a pipe dragging him upwards by his shirt

"Who the hell are you man!" Merle says slightly scared

"Officer friendly" Rick says sarcastically going to grab his gun discarded on the ground unloading the clips in it

" look here Merle, things are different now there are no niggers anymore no dumb-as-shit inbred white-trash fools ether only dark meat and white meat theres us and the dead, we survive this by pulling together not apart" rick finishing his speech reloading the gun

"Screw you man" Merle replies

"I can see you make a habit of missing the point" Rick smiles looking at him harshly

"Yeah we'll screw you twice" Merle spits out at Rick

"Ought to be polite to a man with a gun only common sense" Rick grits out pressing the gun into Merle's head cocking it

"You wouldn't your a cop" Merle says but I can tell he's slightly scared

"All I am anymore is a man protecting his sister and looking for his wife and son, anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose I'll give a moment to think about that" Rick says looking Merle dead in the eyes, reaching into his pocket he finds coke he grabs his face looking up his nose

"Got some on your nose there" Rick says flicking his nose

"What are you gonna do? Arrest me?" Merle says laughing but stops when he sees Rick starting to walk towards the edge of the roof throwing the coke off the building

"Hey! What are you doing? Man, that's was my stuff!" Merle shouts angrily

"Hey!" He grunts trying to get lose from his handcuffs

"If I get lose you'd better pray-yeah you hear me you pig?!" Merle shouts over to Rick as he walks over to the ledge, me and morales start walking over

Yeah your voice carries!" I shout back annoyed

"You're not Atlanta p.d, where you guys from?" Morales questions

"Up the road a ways" rick sighs out

"Well officer friendly and officer friendlies sister from up the roads a way, welcome to the big city" morales says looking towards all the walkers down below

"God, it's like Times Square down there" Andrea sighs out as we come over towards the group

"How's that signal?" Rick questions

"Like dixons brain-weak" t-dog says looking towards Merle which makes Merle flip him off

"Keep trying" morales says

"Why? There's nothing they can do not a damn thing" Andrea says looking at me and Rick still blaming us I roll my eyes wanting to say something but bit it back watching her walk away

"Got some people outside the city is all, there's no refugee center" morales says looking at Rick

"Then she's right we're on our own it's up to us to find a way out" Rick sighs looking back towards me

"Goodluck with that these streets ain't safe in this part of town from what I hear, ain't that right sugar tits?" Merle smirks looking at me

"Oh pets names hm what would yours be let me think....small dick? Yeah small dick fits you" I say smiling sweetly at him his smile drops gritting his teeth

"What about under the streets? The sewers?" Rick says to morales looking at Merle harshly

"Oh man...hey Glenn check the alley you see any manhole covers?" Morales ask Glenn

"No, must be all out on the street where the geeks are" Glenn says

"Maybe not, old building like this built in the 20s-big structures often had drainage tunnels into the sewers in case of flooding down in the sub basements" I say looking at them they stare at me confused

"How do you know that?" Glenn asks

"I payed attention in school" I say shrugging

"Ok well let's go then" rick says heading towards the stairs

"Hey what about me!" Merle yells

"T-dog stay with him" Rick says t-dog groaning but nodding

(To be continued!) @duckybird101

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suzdin · 6 months

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D A T U R A

Dave York x Joel Miller x f!reader

currently a WIP.

preview below cut.

I am fully blaming @survivingandenduring and @kateispunk for this 🤭

don’t judge me for the crappy header. :\

Dave prods his index finger at the highlighted portions of the floor plans on the tablet, which he presents to his compatriots.

“There are entrances here, here…and here,” he points out, tapping the third for emphasis. “She’ll be expecting those. Watching them.”

Dave brushes his bottom lip with his thumb, brow creasing in contemplation.

“Ari and Resnik can head off the two main entrances. Joel, you take the side. And I’ll enter…here.” He places a finger where there’s a hastily drawn ‘X’ facing a private alley and courtyard.

“Don’t see a door or window,” the tall, tan man to his left drawls, placing a hand on his hip.

“Right. There’s a secret entrance there which leads to a crawl space left over from the city’s bootlegging days. None of the residents know. And guess where it exits?” Dave asks, eyes darting between the three men.

He places a finger where the bedroom closet would be.

A smirk twists Joel’s mustache. “Shit,” he says, scratching thick, weathered fingers through his scruff. “Gonna hit ‘er from all sides.”

“Exactly,” Dave responds, mirroring the way his companion places his hands on his hips. “We’ll strike at 10 PM sharp. That’s when the main festivities begin. No one will hear a thing.”

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Dave crouches next to the hatch that leads to the secret door beneath the building, long since defunct due to the city’s proclivity for flooding.

A crackle resonates through his ear piece.

“Miller. Anything?” Dave asks.

“Nothin’,” Joel answers in a low southern lilt, positioned at the bottom of the narrow stairwell on the east side of the building, clicking the safety off on his Glock.

“Ari, Resnik? Station yourselves. Miller, I’m going in.”

“10-4,” Joel returns.

Dave yanks up on the metal hatch and it opens with a jarring creak, drowned out by the roar of the crowds on Bourbon Street and another jazz band playing their rendition of Oh When The Saints Go Marching In for probably the 1,000th time that evening.

He slips in easily and finds a peeling red door, which is shockingly ajar. A stray cat rushes out with a shriek, spitting feline obscenities at him.

“Fuck!” Dave snarls as the dark, furry void streaks past him and into the night.

“What’s goin’ on?” Joel’s voice.

“Nothing. Fucking cat. I’m inside.”

A low, throaty chortle sounds through Dave’s ear piece.

“Eat shit, Miller. Start heading up. I should reach her apartment in five.”

“Unless there’s more cats guarding the place.” This time it’s Ari’s voice. Dave pointedly ignores him.

The crawl space is narrow and damp, crushing in at him from all sides and choked with cobwebs and god knows what else, but it’s surprisingly not the worst place he’s ever been.

The space quickly dead ends into a ladder that looks like it’s seen far better days, rusting from the hinges out. Dave can’t help but wonder if it will support his full mass.

“‘M at her front door,” Joel remarks through the ear piece.

“Climbing the ladder now,” Dave responds as he begins his ascent, gripping the bottom rung and giving it a hard jostle to test its integrity.

The metal rungs protest and groan under his weight, but the structure holds true.

The boys had thought it absolutely ludicrous when Dave had come to them for their help with the hit. Four men for one single woman?

Bullshit. A waste of time and resources.

That is until they’d familiarized themselves with your rap sheet. Just shy of forty murders in less than a decade, and a weapons and ballistics specialist to boot.

You’d earned the moniker ‘Datura’ for good reason.

But it would all end tonight, and that price on your pretty little head would be a nice cherry on top.

He reaches the latch leading into your closet a moment later, twisting the mechanism that holds it flush to the wooden floor above.

He draws the Beretta from the holster on his hip, flicking off the safety as he strains his hearing to listen for something, anything, that would give him pause; that would make him abort the mission.

He hears nothing but the music seeping in from the streets through the century old brick.

“I’m in, Joel. I’m in,” Dave whispers, lifting the hatch as he silently crawls inside your closet, the scent of you overwhelming his senses, making his nostrils flare. Cock already half hard in his dark denim jeans at the prospect of yet another nefarious name scratched off his list.

Your name.

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aravas-writing · 3 months

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I need to write something ffs

A funnyman's recap of Blue Archive

Volume 1 Chapter 1

The archiving system of this game's story can be confusing, but you end up rolling with it at some point.

Anyhow, we begin this first actual storyline of the game by Sensei accepting a plea for help from a smaller school.

Turns out Abydos Academy used to be the largest school before desertification ate most of the land belonging to it, resulting in attempts at disaster relief eating through funds. This got the school in deep shit with loan sharks...

And this is basically why that school only has 5 students remaining.

What the fuck.

But Sensei is undaunted and goes there on his own!

Except the district is still large as hell, so they end up lost and dehydrated after three hours. Considering it's a desert district...

But yeah, Sensei then gets found by a student who winds up taking them piggyback to Abydos Academy, where we meet the Foreclosure Task Force, aka the five last students of Abydos.

Now, I will have the cliffnotes less detailed here BC certain details will be mentioned as I go along this story.

Sunaookami Shiroko

Very sporty

The one to take Sensei all the way to Abydos on her back

Wears a Sig SSG 556 "White Fang 465"

Rarely emotes

Has a fucking combat drone

Very attached to the FTF

Anubis, judge of the dead

Kuromi Serika

Tsundere catgirl

AR70/223 "Sincerity" (lmao)

Extremely stubborn

Very hardworking

Bastet, goddess of cats

Izayoi Nonomi

The curves on this girl wtf

Head of provisions (snack provider)

Wields her "Mini No.5", a GE M134

Rich as fuck, does not act like it at all

Will offer lap pillows to people she likes

Nephthys, a goddess of death alongside her sister Isis

Okusora Ayane

Idk why, but that one was the full body pic I got for her in search

Treasurer of FTF

The one holding the Braincell

Flips the table when she reaches her limit

Compared to her, everyone acts like a nutcase (slight exaggeration)

SIG p229 "Common Sense"

Heals by drone strike

Either Isis, goddess of birth, rebirth and magic or Thoth, god of scribes and scholars

Takanashi Hoshino

Perma eepy

Talks like an old man

Has a foldable riot shield

Seeming bing chilling, actually worrywart

Loves marine life, like whales

Head of the FTF and acting student council prez

Beretta 1301 Tactical "Eye of Horus" (guess what god she is)

These are the last members of their school, and they are up shits creek without a paddle. Under siege by delinquents and over 900 Million Yen (about 9 Million Dollars) in debt and with almost no way to earn money, plus the interest rate, things are dire.

At least the siege can be solved by Sensei ordering some ammo for all and coordinating a counteroffensive. The debt, not so much.

Turns out Abydos went ignored by the GSC for some reason (politics, probs) and Sensei is their first ray of hope in a while.

Sorta. We later learn that Nonomi is so motherfucking rich that she has a credit card with no known upper limit and could wipe the debt out in a swipe. However, principle of the thing, so no do that.

Bit dumb, considering, but they get by... barely.

So their next course of action to get some money is to find out about jobs in their area. Serika winds up falling for a pyramid scheme, so we all band together to fuck these fraudsters up.

Next suggestion: rob a bank!

Shiroko seems to be a big fan of Payday, enough so that her hobby is planning bank heists. Of course they need masks and a plan and new identities of this.

The name "Masked Swimsuit Gang" ends up sticking. (They don't even wear swimsuits here)

However, before then, a new threat arises! The loan sharks are a subsidy of Kaiser Corporation, the biggest corp in Kivotos and all-around assholes. The head twat hires a certain agency to ensure Abydos' demise and securing what remains of the land the last Prez sold off for loans.

They are Problem Solver 68 and they are....

A bunch of misfits

Onikata Kayoko

Listens to death metal

Loves cats

The one with the brain

H&K P30L with Silencer "Demon's Roar"

Very level headed

Actual sweetheart

Asagi Mutsuki

Nicknamed "The Imp"

Kind of kusogaki

Mischievous, likes pranking people

Will kill for the people she likes

Pranks the people she likes a lot

Her and her new year's alt has some of the most questionable Live2Ds

MG5 "Trick or Trick"

Igusa Haruka

The kind of girl you just want to swaddle in a blanket and protect her from all harm

Went through horrible bullying in middle school

Nonexistent self esteem

Described to have a dangerous mind

Grows weeds because she associates with them

FABARM SDASS Tactical "Blow Away"

Who did this to her I just wanna talk-

Rikuhachima Aru

That one Blue Archive song, "Unwelcome School", is heavily associated with her

You see her and think "badass"

Haruka thinks so; Aru put a stop to the bullying

However: she is a GIGANTIC FUCKING DORK

She does not recognise the Abydos students when they're wearing just a mask

Loves to act cool, panicking inside

She founded her part timer agency because she wanted to be a outlaw

Her schemes fly by the seat of her pants

She is a complete lovable idiot

PSG-1 "Wine Red Admire"

Naturally, problem solver 68 ends up befriending their apparent targets (they didn't know at the time) while out eating at a ramen shop Serika works at. All of that before they go and attack the school and fail to defeat the FTF because Sensei magic.

Aru panics and regroups and then meets the girls again! While they're in masks and on their way to rob a black market bank because if has the money they paid as interest to fuck shit loans.

Everyone but Aru recognises them, who thinks they're so god damn cool for robbing a bank.

It's unfortunate that PS69- sorry, 68 gets outta dodge because asshole McGee is assmad they failed to put the screws on Abydos.

Sensei offers help, but has to be kindly refused. Don't worry, this lovable moron and her unstoppable crew of one punk chick, one imp and one High-powered depression-run bomb builder of a school girl terrorist will be back

And, yes, that one is Haruka, who winds up blowing up the Ramen store because she thought it would help Aru.

Help this girl.

Back to story: FTF can't take the money home because it wouldn't be okay, so they leave the bag with blown-up ramen shop owner (he's okay, just a little singed).

Suddenly, invasion! Not by Kaiser Corp, but by Gehenna Academy, one of the big three! They wanna learn what the fuck is up for reasons. This time, I'll write what happens with each of the featured characters in the bullet notes because that is their only appearance in the story.

Shiromi Iori

Sporty, think Track and Field

Member of the Prefect Team

Very much for law and order

Hunts down troublemakers

Hot headed, spearheads the assault to Abydos and gets her cheeks clapped for it

One of the very few students canon Sensei acts lewd towards

We talking licking her feet (????), we talking bothering her with tasks, we talking looking up her skirt

Yeah, I don't know either, but she tends to send mixed signals

During summer event: "I'm not wearing a swimsuit so you can perv on me!" Proceeds to wear the skimpiest swimsuit the age rating can allow

Karabiner 98k (the deleter rifle from back when call of duty was still young). Hers is called "Crack shot"

Aaaa it turns out only 10 pics per post! Will reblog this with continuation

Oh btw, during that fight Serika tanks a grenade from a fucking Flak. We get told she just had to "sleep it off for a day"

What. The. Fuck. Are these students

#blue archive #kuromi serika #sunaookami shiroko #izayoi nonomi #okusora ayane #takanashi hoshino #shiromi iori #rikuhachima aru #igusa haruka #asagi mutsuki #onikata kayoko

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darklydeliciousdesires · 8 months

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Lost & Found - Chapter Nine.

So then, my beautiful, wonderful audience. Those who are not new around these parts know that sometimes, treats are given in the form of a double update day with my stories, and guess what? Today is one of those days! I know you've all been waiting patiently for the sexual side of Emma and Guero's blossoming relationship to finally flower, so I thought I'd share it today in the next chapter! Has that made you smile? I hope it has! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

Words - 3,434

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse.

The more she revealed, it seemed, the more comfortable she became with sharing memories of her nineteen years held prisoner. Guero lay there and let her recount it all, being exactly what she needed, somebody to simply listen.

“Marie taught me how to shoot.” He had wondered at how well she seemed to handle the Beretta she’d pointed at his head, her handling of the firearm steely and confident. “There were guns kept all over the house, so there’d always be one within easy reach, just in case. With whom Rocco was, he was a target, or rather his family were. He routinely pissed off other mob families, so of course anyone he cared for became a target, a weak point.

“She wanted me to be able to protect myself from such a threat, but mostly, if Rocco himself ever became so unhinged that I felt my life was in danger. “Shoot him dead, and we’ll figure it out somehow afterward”, is what she used to tell me. How we would have figured that out beyond running for our lives, I don’t know. His guys would have hunted us down.”

She paused for a moment, tears beginning to swim within her eyes. “I hate myself, for leaving her. Joey, Alessia and Mikey, too. I loved them so much, they were like my siblings for Christ’s sake! It’s a guilt that’ll never leave me, that I ran and they’re all still stuck there! She became my mother, and I abandoned her!”

“Hey, no,” he began, touching his fingers under her chin, gently lifting her head. “You don’t have to feel guilty about a thing. I get that you miss her, she made the hell he put you through bearable where she could, but Marie chose that life, Emma. Nobody forced her.

“She knew who she was marrying, and I’m not saying that in the end she had an easy choice to get away from him, ‘cuz I can see from what you told me he’d have killed her for it, but you found a way out. You took your chance, and you got free. If she loves you as much as it seems she does, then she’ll be fucking happy as hell the girl she counted as one of her own got free of him.”

She absorbed his words, realising that no matter how unpleasant it felt, what he’d said was the plain, simple truth. If she didn’t assume her to be dead via Rocco’s hand, Marie would be quietly rejoicing her escape. “Is it wrong that I feel more of a maternal bond with her than I do my actual mom? I feel guilty for that, too. When I hear the word mom, I think of Marie, not Cassie.”

He shifted slightly beneath her, Emma moving a little as he turned onto his side, resting his head on his arm. “It might sound cold, but it’s fact. Marie was in your life longer than your birth mom. I kinda guess it’s only natural you’d think that. Doesn’t mean you love Cassie any less, or that you can’t reconnect with her now you’re free.”

“But, but,” she began, her throat swelling on a rising lump, “that’s the thing, there is no Cassie. When I was twenty-five, we sat and looked on the internet, I begged her to look up my family. I just wanted to know if they were okay. Mom died back in two thousand and thirteen from breast cancer. My dad, he passed away six years ago, motorbike accident. All I have left is Dylan, who is still in Spokane. My grandparents, too, unless anything happened in the interim.

“I’ll never see my mom and dad again, and I loathe him, I detest him completely that he robbed me of those years with them, that they both died not knowing what had happened to me! As if me being taken wasn’t bad enough. It left Dylan all alone, no immediate family, and it’s all because of him!”

She fell apart at that point, naturally so, sobbing against his chest as Guero held her. Again, he had no idea what to say to that, knowing it would take a man greater with words than he was to offer verbal comfort. Instead, he was just there, not knowing that truly that was all she needed from him, just someone to be there. It wasn’t about words. Listening was enough, as he continued to do, Emma sharing more with him about her life within the gilded cage prison that was the Lombardi mansion.

“He used to virtually pimp me out to his friends too at parties.” Once again, Guero felt his anger flare like a firecracker, grinding his teeth as his jaw tightened. “I always wanted to enjoy sex, but none of them ever made it feel good for me, all too consumed by their own pleasure to give a damn about mine. As long as they got to lie between the legs of a pretty, young blonde, that was good enough.

“There was only one of them who was different. His underboss, Vincent Calabrese never laid a hand on me. I was offered to him, and for appearances in front of Rocco and the others he always accepted, but once we got into the bedroom, he just sat down beside me on the bed and we talked. He said he wasn’t in the habit of defiling little girls, but even when I was over the age of consent, he still wouldn’t.

“He staunchly disagreed with what was being done, the child trafficking. ‘It’s an affront to god, snatching children from their families’ is what he always used to say. He always opposed it, and Rocco knew that, but ultimately went along with what was being done for the sake of a quiet life, and I guess not ending up with a bullet between his eyes either. This leads me to something that you guys should all know, EZ especially.

“You’re running heroin for him now, but all that will change if Rocco has his way, and believe me, he will. You guys are in his pocket now, which means in his mind, he owns you. You’re all to do with as he pleases, and what he pleases is to start bringing children across the border. Undocumented migrants are much easier to move, and get away with moving, too. I overheard him talking about it, it was always a two birds with one stone deal for him. He’d get you used to the money first, and then tell you that your consignment would begin to include kids as well.”

Guero pushed himself up, his eyes rounding as he looked down at her. “For real, that motherfucker wants us in on trafficking kids?”

His horror at the very suggestion was telling over the person he was. Although still a criminal, he was a man with the kind of morals that had been few and far between in the world she had escaped from. “Eventually, yeah.”

“And if we refuse?” He didn’t need to ask, really. He could guess.

She made a gun motion against the side of her head, couple with a soft exclamation of ‘pow’. “He’d wipe you all out and move onto the next nearest charter, using your eradication as an example of what happens when people push back against him.”

The weight of the mafia. That was a war they definitely wouldn’t win, and he knew that for sure. Rocco Lombardi could crush them all, very easily, too. “I have to take that to EZ. Not now, of course, but at some point over the weekend, call a templo. Will you be okay to come and tell us what you know?”

She smiled, reaching to stroke his hair. “Of course, I will.”

They remained quiet for a time after, Emma needing the silence. Her legs remained in tangle with his as she reached for the tequila bottle, taking a long glug, the alcohol burning her throat. She felt a little drunk and numb, which was what she had needed in order to sit there and offload it all to another person. “There’s more I could tell you about my life, but right now, I feel drained. Like I need air, too. Can you give me a minute?”

“Yeah, take as long as you need.” He reached to stroke her face, Emma turning her head and kissing his palm, getting up and letting herself out of the front of the house. The cool air hit her, soothing to her frayed nerves, the residual effects of her revelation hanging onto her, though.

“Hey, boo.” Of course, Tyrone would notice her out there, always keeping the watch. She walked over to his window, her shoulders heavy, watching him emerge from behind the swathe of curtain fabric. “Damn, you look all sad and shit. Fuckboy bin’ actin’ up?”

She shook her head. “No, no he’s great. Listen, I know you deal, so I figure I’m in the right place. Can you sell me a joint? That’s all I want, just one.”

He looked entertained at the naivety of her question, that it was the norm for dealers to exchange such a small amount. Tyrone, for all of this mouth and uncouthness was kind, though. “I ain’t selling you shit, white girl. This is on me, hold on.”

She smiled. “Thank you, you’re great.”

He beamed, reaching to grab his rolling tray, locating one of his pre-rolled joints. “Ain’t I, though? I know fuckboy rarely smokes it, so just remember I gotchu if you ever need a lil’ hit.” The truth was, neither did she. She’d occasionally partook of it back in her old life, secretly taking from Rocco’s personal stash which he smoked to ease his chronic migraines. It helped her feel more relaxed in the utter brutal chaos of her life. It smelled and tasted awful, but she enjoyed the calming buzz.

Tyrone passed a joint and a lighter through the window. “Enjoy, boo.” She smiled, leaning in and kissing his cheek. “Aw, lawdy! I gotta kiss from a pretty girl, hell yeah!”

She laughed softly, shaking her head and lighting up, moving to sit on the front step of Guero’s side of the house, taking a long drag. God, that was some nice weed. She coughed a few times, the usual, barky rasp associated with smoking weed, her throat tickling.

“Yo!” She turned to see a large arm thrust through the window, a can of soda proffered forth. “If you don’t like mango then I can’t help you. Oh, hold up. I might have a Fanta somewhere.”

Walking back over, she took the can. “Thanks, Tyrone. You keep your Fanta, mango and I are good.” She moved back to the step, opening the soda and sipping it, the tickle clearing nicely before she took another little puff, looking out across the street into the darkness. The only sounds audible were that of the game Tyrone was playing, and the chirp of cicadas. It was somewhat relaxing in ambience.

The weed had an instant calming effect upon her, all of the brutality that would endlessly echo through her memories placated and pushed back again, back behind the fortress walls in her mind. She’d had to keep it there for years to have even had a chance of remaining sane through her ordeal. God, she couldn’t believe that she’d actually escaped it, found somebody who she could trust, someone who for all intents and purposes was slowly becoming all hers, too.

“As if you’re out here getting high on my front step. Not even I do that.” Turning, she saw Guero emerge from the house, moving to sit behind her, his legs flanking her body as he stretched.

“Well, that’s because you don’t smoke weed,” she chirped, watching him frown before plucking the joint from her.

He took a few puffs, handing it back, holding in a cough until the tickle passed. “I do, but not often. It has too much of an effect on me, and I can never get the balance right.”

“The balance between what?”

“Between a nice buzz and ragingly horny.”

“Ahh.” She nodded, looking entertained, the stoned giggled welling up within her. “I somehow don’t think you need any extra boosting in that department.”

He moved her hair, kissing the side of her neck. “A hundred percent correct, mamacita. And since I guess you’re probably drunker now than you were earlier, I’m not risking that balance any further, so you finish it. Kinda figure you need the sedation after everything you told me.”

“Oh, you’re not wrong there,” she spoke, eyes widening a little as she leaned back against him. “Even if I was sober, sharing all of that has kinda dampened my desire.”

He snorted softly, arms tightening around her. “Understandable. S’okay, I can wait.”

“Can you?” she giggled, the sound joining the noise of the cicadas.

“Mm.” he hummed, kissing her neck again. “Just.”

Just then, the curtains next door began moving, Tyrone’s boom sounding. “Goddamnit, will you two go back in that house and bust some furniture already? Shit!” They both snort laughed, Guero resting his forehead to her shoulder, Tyrone continuing. “You better sort yo’ damned mess, fuckboy! Because I am one pretty smile away from makin’ that fine assed lil’ honey mine, you hear?”

“Yeah, I hear,” he called through his laughter, “and I see, too. Plying her with weed and soda.”

“I know what the ladies like! If she’s still out here in a half hour, she gets the first slice of my pizza, too!”

“Exactly, you gotta give me a head start against your half ton of raw charm, dog,” he chuckled, Tyrone emerging further from the curtains.

“Hey, I might be a big fella, but I’m no fuckin’ half ton! I’m thick and juicy, drives the chicks wild!”

“Tyrone, you ain’t thick, my man. Your ass is so fat, if I swerved my bike to miss you, I’d run outta gas.” There was a pause, a squawking laugh emanating from the window, Emma thinking it hilarious a man with such a low, rumbling voice had a laugh so high in pitch. All banter with their hilarious neighbour aside, they remained outside until she had finished the joint, heading back in and returning to bed.

“Do you feel better for telling me everything?”

Resting her head against his chest, she nodded, her nails tracing the outline of one of the spiderweb tattoos that spread out across each of his shoulders. “I do, you know. Whether the nightmares will stop because of it, I don’t know. I think I might need further help to recover from it all. Kinda scared about registering with a doctor, though, putting my name back out there. He’ll be looking for me, and if he finds any record of a twenty-nine-year-old woman named Emma Louise Taylor anywhere, he’ll come for me.”

Her muscles stiffened at just the thought, Guero turning to wrap both arms around her, feeling her relax into his embrace after a few moments. “We’ll work something out.” She fell asleep in his arms, those early morning hours passing dreamlessly, neither waking until 10am the following morning.

Rising from her place curled against him, Emma rubbed her eyes, looking down at the chiselled tattoo canvas that had been her pillow. Her safe person, the kind of man she’d dreamed would one day save her from her fate, and there he was... snoring like a brontosaurus. She couldn’t help but giggle softly, thinking that was a part perhaps not strictly included in the romanticism of her fantasies.

He cracked an eye open, his grin widening. “What are you laughing at?”

“Isn’t it obvious? The noise! You snore like something hell spat up for being too loud.”

“I wasn’t snoring,” he began stretching, the other eye opening eventually. “I was doing mindful breathing.”

Immediately, she cracked up, leaning to place a kiss against his stubbly jaw. “There’s nothing mindful about those sawn logs.”

She had a point, he guessed, Guero turning onto his side and wrapping his arms around her. “Yeah, but I’m cute. I get away with it, don’t I?”

“Yeah,” she agreed, turning her head back to kiss him, “you do have that going for you.”

“And a whole lot more.”

Biting the corner of her lip, she shifted against him, a little wiggle that stirred him exactly where she intended him to be stirred. “Feel like showing me?”

“Mm.” His arms tightened around her, kisses scattered against the side of her neck. “I need coffee and a shower, then trust me, I’ll spend all morning showing you.”

Now that was a statement definitely on a par with her fantasies. He left the bed first, taking a shower, calling to her that he’d left in on for her as he made his way through to the kitchen. It was while she was under the warm water looking down at herself that a stab of panic prickled against her guts.

He’d see her naked. All of her.

While she had body confidence in her shape, the littering of scars that marked her sides and lower back made her feel ugly. Some had faded to white, but there were still a few dark pink markings that remained. All were raised scar tissue, triangular shapes of knife points pressed into her skin, the burning brand of a hot blade searing Rocco’s displeasure branded onto her skin forever.

As she dried off, her eyes found them again, wondering if they’d really be all too noticeable if the blinds remained drawn in the bedroom.

“Of course, they will," she muttered, beginning to sniff. All she wanted was to move on from it all, enjoy the basic human right of a consensual sexual relationship with another adult, someone of her actual choosing, yet the literal scars of the past held her back.

A soft tap sounded upon the partly open door. “Em, you want a coffee?”

Em. No one had ever called her that before. She liked it. “No, thank you.”

“You alright.”

“Yeah.”

Her pinched voice alluded to the contrary. “No, you’re not. Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” Tightening the large, white bath towel around herself again, she wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, trying to compose her upset.

“So, people who are alright stand here crying, huh?” Him and his smart mouth. He was right in his light sarcasm, though. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Baby. He'd called her that back when he’d first found her. How different the intent behind the word was now. “The scars I have,” she began, gulping, hoping she could swallow down the lump she had painfully swelling in her throat. “You’ll see them, and they’re hideous. They make me ugly. You’ll think they look ugly.”

He frowned, lifting her chin with a gentle touch of his fingers as he began shaking his head. “I’ve never liked people making my mind up for me. That includes you, mamas.” His hands pressed softly on her shoulders, resting his forehead against hers. “I’ve got no problem with whatever scars you have, and I’m not gonna think you’re ugly because of ‘em. Only thing that is, is that low opinion you have of yourself. If you want, leave a t shirt on. I don’t mind. I’d prefer you naked, but whatever makes you comfortable, I’m good with.”

She could fetch a t shirt, or she could just be brave and let him see her. All of her. She’d bared her soul to him already, after all. Indecision made her heart quicken, the soft stroke of his fingertips at her upper arms soothing as she reached for the towel and untucked it, letting it fall. Fighting the urge to cover herself with her arms, she looked anywhere but him as he took in her nudity, her body tensing when he moved his hands to stroke the scars she detested so much with careful attention.

Leaning close, he kissed the side of her head, his lips soft against her ear. “They aren’t who you are, and you’re not any less beautiful. They’re only the map of the journey that finally led you to me.”

Her throat tightened with emotion, his words so beautiful, she wanted to cry. The desire in his eyes as she finally looked at him dictated it might be poorly timed, though. This was not a time for lament and sadness. No. This was the time to plant her lips upon his and let him carry her to the bedroom.

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daddyhausen · 1 year

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Could you do NSFW #35 #43 #61 & #94 with Trent Beretta?

• reckless confession — trent beretta •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { trent beretta masterlist }

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{ summary } — after a particularly rough break up earlier in the evening you sighted him as your relief. you did not know what you two were. all you knew is that you were two friends who craved each others bodies carnally.

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, friends to lovers, friends with benefits, comfort, praise, vulnerability/sub space { kinda ?? } gentle sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie male + female orgasm, squirting

{ word count } — 921

{ pairing } — fem!reader x trent beretta

{ genre } — smut

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{ 35 } — just shut up and fuck me

{ 43 } — are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop

{ 61 } — “we’re just friends” , “friends don’t do this kind of shit!”

{ 94 } — you look good with my hands around your throat

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in the dead of night you came to him

half past three to be exact

your eyes were swollen, red with tears that burned when you blinked

standing on his porch in the harsh winter weather, clinging to the light cream woollen cardigan

the fabric barely enough to keep you warm

he was quick to usher you in

no words were spoken, he simply cradled you in arms for the moment

he already knew just by the look on your face

your tears stained your heated cheeks

lips permanently furrowed into a pout about ready to burst into sobs at a moments notice

he still said nothing

he simply kissed you, one of which he had done many times before

you relationship with trent was complicated to say the least

one minute you’d be pining over things you enjoyed together

next thing he’d be buried deep inside you

neither of you wanting to admit anything for fear your friendship would desitergrate

“trent…we shouldn’t…” you mutter against his lips, still not wanting to break the kiss

“we’re just friends…remember?”

“friends don’t do this kind of shit” his remark was stern yet soft spoken against you lips

“i know…” you moaned against him, feeling his hands roam across your sides, fingers digging under your shirt slightly

“i know but i want you so bad…” you confessed “i want you so bad it hurts but i don’t want to ruin anything and i don’t want it to seem like i’m only coming here because of the break up-”

“shh…you won’t, darling”

he cradled your head against his chest, placing chaste kisses to your hairline

“i need you…” you muttered into his chest, holding back fresh tears

“are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop”

“just shut up and fuck me” your words grew impatient yet you were not angry with him

you straddled his waist, allowing his hands to slip into your sweatpants

prying them down but not fully, knowing how impatient you tend to get

he did the same with himself, simply freeing his cock without removing any clothing

“shh relax sweetheart…you’re okay…i’m here” his soft words of comfort filled your ears

feeling him slip inside you with ease

holding your waist still as you adjusted to the size of his cock

“better?”

“mmm” you nodded, blinking away stray tears

his lips caught yours in another sweet kiss,

allowing you to stabilise yourself against his chest for a moment

he slowly began to move, keeping his thrusts slow and gentle as best he could

pressing his forehead to yours, lips now barely ghosting your ow

he did not mind the occasional stray tear that dripped onto his cheeks

emotions were high right now and you needed to let it out

even if it meant simply sitting in his cock for a while

he lightly wrapped a hand around your throat

not as a means to choke or asphyxiate you

it was more gentle, more as if he was merely repositioning your face to look at him

“you look good with my hands around your throat”

the sentence made warmth spread across your cheeks

a small smile creeping upon

“you’re so special to me, you know that?” he mentioned

“not just for this…but everything you do i adore”

his words were simply sound in your ears at this point

although you did not deny the genuineness behind them

“you did not deserve to be treated the way you did sweetheart. that fucker did not know how lucky he was to have you”

you remained silent, simply basking in his praise of you and his hatred of your now ex boyfriend

��i love you so much…i’ll do anything to keep you safe, sweetheart”

his confession made your sobs hitch in your throat

so it was mutual then? all the pent up, confusion emotions in your mind was indeed love?

“i love you too…”you mumbled against his lips, stuttering over you words

“i’m gonna cum, baby. you want me to cum inside you? would that make you feel better?”

you could only respond with a small nod

his hips slowly increased as did the moans that left your lips

he kept you close to him feeling the turn of your orgasm build around his cock

“you close, sweetheart?” another nod was all you gave, spilling around his cock with little warning

not that he minded

“good girl…you’ve done so well…”

he gave a final thrust, cumming deep inside your cunt

not caring that it seeped out around his cock

he just adored the sight of you stuffed and dripping with his seed

he pressed a small kiss to your temple as you finally came down from your high

he picked you up, carrying you to his bedroom

quickly removing your clothes discarding them on the floor beside his bed

he gave you one of his shirts to wear, shielding your modesty with the thin fabric as you stirred sleepily against him

climbing into bed with you, he pressed your back firmly against his chest

clinging to you, as if to make sure you’d not run off in your sleep

“feel better, princess?”

“mhm…” you mumbled sleepily “much better”

you turned to face him, lightly drawing shapes into his tanned chest

“trent…thank you…for everything”

he simply smiled placing a chaste kiss to your forehead

“anything for you” he cupped your cheek sweetly, letting his fingers linger against your skin for a moment

“try and get some sleep, sweetheart. i love you”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#trent beretta #trent beretta x reader #trent beretta imagine #trent beretta fanfic #trent beretta smut #aew #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut #aew imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew smut

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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Sparring

Pairing: Tobirama Senju x Fem Reader

Summary: After returning home and sparring with the reader, all Tobirama does is complain about Hashirama’s way of leading the Five Kage Summit. Noticing how sparring isn’t getting rid of his stress, the reader takes it away another way

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)(Oral M Receiving)

Word Count: 1k

Tag List: @wheeler-beretta-harwood

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

“You should’ve seen how he was just bowing to the Kage like some mere civilian!”

I had a feeling this “sparring session” in the courtyard would turn into Tobirama complaining about Hashirama and the Five Kage summit.

Being his advisor wasn’t easy, that I knew especially with them being brothers and their different views on how to lead. So, I let him vent, still swinging my blade as I responded:

“He just wants peace between the villages, Tobirama, maybe he just did what he had to do to accomplish that.”

“He’s the hokage!” He stressed, growling with his next swing that I blocked, “He needs to rule with an iron fist.”

“Well, it is Hashirama after all,” I shrugged slighting, pushing forward on my blade against his, “And you know he has uh, a complex personality.”

“That’s not the point,” He quickly pushed me back, taking another stance and as I slide back, I got into mine, shaking my head:

“Not everyone’s like you. All you can do is advise him to the best of your abilities.”

“Only if he’d ever listen,” He groaned, thinking he could catch me off guard with his speed, but we’ve been sparring for years. I knew just about every trick he had up his sleeve.

His speed was admirable, incomprehensible on the battle field which I’ve seen, sliding under him as I stuck my sword into the ground, able to arch my palm and knock his sword from his hand, taking it and twirling him into a kiss.

That was one good way to shut him up, but never for long.

“We’re supposed to be sparring, Y/N-“

He always took sparring seriously too, but there were a change of plans today, pushing him against the tree in the courtyard, pressing my lips harder:

“Sparring isn’t getting rid of your stress, so maybe this will.”

“In the courtyard?” He didn’t sounded too pleased, only because he never liked admitting how easily I could loosen him up, giggling at him:

“No one is here but us. Will you ever stop worrying so much?”

“Do you not understand the responsibilities I have?” Gosh, he loved to complain, rolling my eyes as he broke our kiss, another idea coming to mind that finally got him to stop.

Frozen against the tree, his eyes followed me down to the ground, sinking to my knees and noticing that his nagging was hiding what he was truly feeling.

If I kissed him right, it worked him right up, smirking up at him while palming his cock softly, feeling how he was growing harder at my every touch.

“If some kisses doesn’t help, maybe this will.”

He had no rebuttals this time, watching as I pulled his pants down softly, taking the tip of his cock into my mouth the second it was freed.

I could hear all of the groans and grumbles that he hid under his breath, fingertips running across my scalp before taking a handful of hair, mumbling:

“Damn you, Y/N..”

“Just think, Tobi,” Letting his tip pop free from my lips for a moment, stroking the length of his cock slowly, increasing speed with my smile, “You have some time to relax. So, enjoy it. A busy life like ours, these moments are rare, you know?”

“Suppose you’re not wrong,” Finally, he cracked, eyes closing softly and leaning back against the tree while pushing my head back down to his cock, taking it happily, deep throating every inch till my nose met his stomach.

Pulling back with a chuckle, i swirled my tongue around his tip, up and down his slit to clean the bit of pre that oozed out, snickering, “You know I’m right.”

“Shhh,” Pushing my head back down, he thrusted his hips at me softly to have his cock down my throat, “Just let me enjoy this.”

He was in for it for that little remark, gladly letting him enjoy it, cupping his balls and keeping my mouth open wide to allow his hips to keep thrusting, adding a few of my own bobs along with it.

It was hard to fight the slight gag I was feeling, but knowing how much pleasure he was taking in and surely needing it, I ignored it, holding both of his thighs and massaging softly as they grew tense after so much, beginning to feel his cock throb.

I always knew how to take care of him, signaling for him to stay still with my hand pushing his hip against the tree, pulling back to suck his tip with hollowed cheeks, hand pumping the rest of his shaft and sure enough, his throbbing grew, hand tightening in my hair with a few groans:

“I hope you know-“

I didn’t need him to tell me, looking threw my lashes to smile at him right as his seed began to shoot in my mouth, unable to chuckle at the slight drop of his jaw, a rush flashing through his eyes at the sight.

“Why’d I even say anything?” He chuckled under his breath, shaking with one last groan as I swallowed him down, taking his cock down my throat one last time and we heard in the distance:

“Tobirama?!”

His face was as red as a fire, both of quickly backing away from the tree. I returned to my sword while he fixed himself quickly, then dashing over to his sword that was on the ground, right as Hashirama walked into the courtyard.

“Oh, Y/N! Lovely seeing you!” He smiled, coming over to hug me.

“Always a pleasure,” I smiled back, returning his hug as Tobirama came to join us:

“Just having a sparring session. Is this important?”

“Is there an issue with your big brother coming to visit?” He teased, ruffling his hair and it made me giggle, having to hide more laughs when he noticed:

“My your face is so red. Y/N here giving you a challenge?”

“Challenge? Pfft,” He rolled his eyes, growling as Hashirama added:

“Let me join in!”

Taking off, he went to grab his own sword and I finally let out the laughs dying to come out of me, squealing softly at the spank Tobirama left on my bottom:

“Hush, you.”

“What?” I smirked, whispering to him, “Does he not know about us yet?”

“My intimate life is none of his concern,” His eyes darted, giving me a smirk of his own, “Say anything to him about what just happened and you’ll really be in trouble.”

#Naruto #Naruto imagine #Naruto fic #naruto smut #Naruto oneshot #Tobirama Senju #Tobirama senju x reader #Tobirama senju imagine #tobirama senju fic #Tobirama senju smut #Tobirama senju oneshot #read and enjoy

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underratedandoverit · 8 months

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You Wanna Wish Away Your Sins (1/3)

After losing to Best Friends at Arcade Anarchy, Kip undergoes shoulder surgery. One person reaching out to him afterwards sends Kip spiraling, turning all the pain and suffering in him into… Flowers? Flowers growing in his lungs?

Kip Sabian/Chuck Taylor. Hanahaki disease. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Emotional hurt/comfort. One-sided attraction.

Marked Mature on AO3 for general content. Warnings for mentions of hospitals, surgery, medical stuff. Described feelings for choking and vomiting.

Other characters include Penelope Ford, Trent Beretta. Kris Statlander and Orange Cassidy are mentioned. Background ship of Penelope/Kris is heavily implied, but never specifically shown.

part 2 || part 3

On AO3

I reeeeally only wanted to start posting this after it was all done, but seeing how I'm two weeks behind on what I wanted the original publishing schedule to be, I need heavy motivation to actually finish this (its about halfway done as of posting this), so! Here's the effort to hopefully help with that! Cause I am planning on finishing this, I have full plans for all three chapters and the epilogue (that'll be tacked onto the final chapter), I just need the energy to realize that its worth finishing so.. I'm getting this up now. To maybe hopefully see its worth it and people want to see this through. Idk.

I have been thinking maybe this concept would have been better with another ship, but I started with this and its very fitting for them, and I need more of this propaganda in my life and seeing how I'm the only one making it… Yeah we're sticking to Kip and Chuck. Sorry not sorry. (also tag list might change a little as i post the rest, tho this should be it generally. i tried to keep it spoiler free for now)

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Beep.

Kip tried to ignore the heart monitor to the best of his ability, and yet his brows furrowed, irritated, at the sound. The soft groan was barely audible in the hospital room that was empty aside from him, as Kip came to witness as he forced his eyes open, returning back to the real world from the sleepless rest he had been attempting to get for the last few hours.

Some would have guessed that sleeping would have been easier when you lost feeling from one of your four limbs, especially from the one going through the extreme levels of pain. But what those same people didn’t understand, was that the medication they put him under with, was amplifying most of his other senses to the point where it was almost painful to just even listen to certain sounds.

Beep.

Kip glared at the monitor, watching the little line on it beep an extra time, almost as if it was mocking him and the hatred raising his heart rate. Kip leaned back on the bed, turning away, eyes landing on the window across the room. The soft rays of sunshine indicated early morning hours, which wouldn’t have surprised him a bit. After coming to from the surgery Kip had been in various states between high alert and sleeping like a log, dozing off whenever he felt like it. Not that it mattered, they didn’t let him go home yet anyway, so he was just taking advantage of sleeping away as much of the irritation and pain he could while he was alone.

Beep.

Slowly Kip’s eyes dragged away from the window, landing on the little drawer next to the bed. Some nice nurse, was his guess unless it really had been Penelope, had left his personal belongings on it on a little tray. Honestly Kip was slightly surprised they had been just left for him like that, out in the open. While sure, he wasn’t sharing the room with anyone else, anyone could just walk in at any time while he was out cold and grab his wallet, keys, and phone and just bail out.

Or even worse, he himself could have used the phone before he was fully aware of himself and his surroundings yet, being under the influence of the painkiller and/or anesthesia. Almost as bad as some of his younger days of drunk dialing.

Beep.

Kip closed his eyes, inhaling deeply as he tried not to get irritated at the sound piercing his ears every couple of moments. As he calmed himself down, he slowly opened his eyes again, landing them back on the phone on the tray. He observed it for a moment, trying to count in his head how long it had been since he was wheeled into the operating room, how long it had been since he had last checked anything.

Really all he could remember was the little kiss Penelope placed on the top of his head, whispering him good luck before he was wheeled away from her too.

Beep.

Kip’s hand slipped away from under the thin covers of the awfully medical feeling blanket thrown over him, reaching for the phone. It was easier said than done to be honest, having to navigate the world now mostly with his non-dominant hand and everything. Kip fumbled a little, almost letting the phone slip from his fingers, letting out a string of quiet curse words from under his breath as he barely caught it again before it managed to fall to the floor, where he most definitely wouldn’t have been able to grab it without getting some help first.

With a sigh he lowered the phone into his lap, brushing a hand through his hair. Everything was just so bothersome and irritating to him, he could barely do things by himself. And every single little bit that he required some kind of help with, Kip hated even more. He understood the situation he was in, absolutely, but that didn’t mean that he was going to enjoy being so dependent on others when he could just as easily do all of this, and more, by himself before.

Beep.

His eyes landed back on the phone now sitting on the bed in his lap, the fingers of his right hand carefully drumming against the dark screen. It felt cold to the touch, clearly not having been turned on for a while or being held in a hand using it. Kip had no idea if there would even be any messages for him to return to, sure there were people like his family, friends, and co-workers who knew he was going through the surgery, but most people he felt like had already been in touch the day before, wishing him luck. He vaguely remembered Penelope telling him she would send him reminders about things he needed to take care of after surgery, but that was all he was expecting.

And yet, there was some sort of odd feeling of hesitation in him as Kip’s fingers kept drawing circles on the screen, only mimicking opening apps and scrolling through them.

Beep.

It was almost as if the sound was mocking him at this point, screaming at him to do something. Kip glared at the monitor on his side, eyes slowly returning back to the phone. He carefully took it back into his hand, weighting it for a moment, his thumb navigating on top of the power button almost on instinct. Kip barely stopped himself from pressing it down, taking a moment to ask himself if it was worth it.

As far as he knew, nobody was going to need him while he was gone. He was going to have to turn it on later to get in touch with Penelope about getting out of the hospital as she had promised to pick him up, but apart from that… Kip didn’t really know what to expect. On the other hand though, this kind of silence gave him a good chance to catch up on other important things he might have missed, if there weren't people he needed to get back to.

What could go wrong?

Beep.

Kip held down the button, watching as the screen slowly lit up, greeting him with the familiar opening screens. His eyes narrowed a little at the sudden bright lighting hitting him, but soon enough he was booted in, allowing him to adjust the screen brightness to his liking. Kip was still trying to get used to being awake and feeling like himself in his own body, and coming off from heavy medication, even if it had been a day since then, it was like a dark cloud hanging over him. He didn’t enjoy it in the slightest, but Kip knew it was a necessary step if he wanted to get through all of this. Unfortunately.

As he got himself back into his phone, Kip absentmindedly scrolled through some of the messages that were popping up little by little all over the place. Mostly it was just few remaining co-workers and friends that hadn’t reached out earlier wishing him speedy recovery and hoping that the surgery goes well, the usual things you’d message to someone you didn’t talk to more than occasionally but who you knew was going to go through something heavy like this and you had their contact info at hand. Kip scrolled through the well-wishes, smiling occasionally a little more as he watched the different names and profile pictures he recognized, wondering how many of these people actually cared or if this was just a cleverly arranged mass ruse so he would maybe feel a bit better after being under the knife.

And then.

Kip’s eyes locked onto one of the messages, starting with a word he didn’t expect to see.

‘Sorry’.

He didn’t notice his grip on the phone getting tighter until holding it actually hurt his hand, but Kip pushed the thought aside. Unblinking eyes stared at the phone screen as it burned the images of the words on his retinas until they were hurting too, but he was too deep in his own head to look away, to stop reading the message he didn’t think he would be getting. Not now, not ever.

Not from Chuck.

‘Sorry about your shoulder. Heard from Kris you were getting surgery. I didn’t mean to hurt you that bad. Hope you heal well. If you need something, let me know.’

Kip’s mind was nothing but static. The phone light hurt his eyes, his grip hurt his hand, reading and processing the words in his head. The pain shooting through him was almost comparable to the jolts he experienced going through the structure Chuck had thrown them both down to from the stage, only this one was even worse somehow.

‘If you need something, let me know.’

He didn’t read that right. He couldn’t have read that right. There was no way Chuck Taylor out of all people would say something like this to him. Or even text these kinds of lines to him. To Kip.

To the man that had been looking at Chuck from a distance with a mixture of interest and admiration for so long without saying any words out loud, without making any moves, without taking any actions to realize the thoughts and feelings he had. There was no way Chuck was doing this, offering help to him if he needed it, without knowing that there was something going on in Kip’s mind that he wasn’t sure was going to be able to handle daylight.

‘I didn’t mean to hurt you that bad.’

Chuck didn’t know Kip was already on his way out when Arcade Anarchy was announced. He had already been told he would require surgery on the torn shoulder, but this match was approved even with the ending spot as it wasn’t going to make his condition any worse than it already was. Kip hadn’t dared to say anything to the Best Friends, in fear that it would hinder their performance; he wanted them at their best, not feeling sorry for him, not trying to be careful with him. Miro knew, but he kept his promise and didn’t say anything either.

For better or worse, Kip wasn’t sure anymore.

Beep. Beep.

He finally tore his eyes away from the phone screen, letting it drop from his hand. Kip curled the fingers a few times trying to ease the pain, eyes blinking as rather painful tears stung in the corners of his eyes. He wasn’t sure if it was a sign of emotional distress or just a side effect of staring at the screen, but it didn’t matter to him. Whichever it was, he didn’t want it, and it was making him feel awful.

Beep. Beep.

Kip slowly looked over at the heart rate monitor, watching the little line make extra jumps and letting out more irritating noises than necessary. His eyes trailed one of the cords leaving from it, watching it being attached to his chest with a little patch. Kip snorted at it, turning away.

Stupid. It was all so fucking stupid.

Beep.

His eyes landed back on the phone, hand reaching for his face as he wiped away a couple of tears. He wasn’t sure why he got so worked up over this, it wasn’t like this meant anything. Chuck was just worried, offering him his condolences and a little help if he needed it, just like everyone else did. That didn’t mean anything, no more, no less, than that he was being a good co-worker. Not even a friend.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Beep.

Maybe that’s why he took it so hard, to be honest. Kip inhaled deeply, almost frightened over how shaky his breathing sounded. He hadn’t expected this to hit him so hard, but something about seeing Chuck Taylor out of all the possible people reaching out to him after hearing about the surgery just sent him spiraling. Short circuited his brain. His thoughts were all gone. Kip’s mind blank, nothing but a newly debuted white canvas ready to be painted on.

And the only visual that appeared on it was Chuck, the moment he held onto Kip seconds before throwing them both off from the stage.

The words he whispered to Kip when the camera was pointing the other way.

“Are you sure?”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

In that moment he had been, only for the fact that he knew Chuck would prevent him from hurting further. At least, in the physical sense. Mentally at that point Kip was already so far down the rabbit hole that it didn’t matter. He would have said yes. Not only to that, but to anything that Chuck asked him.

Was Kip sure? Yes.

Was Kip going to be okay? Yes.

Did Kip want him?

…

Yes.

Yes he did.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He looked back at the monitor, watching the line make extra jumps again. It apparently wasn’t a concerning enough feature, considering how long it had been going on and not a single nurse had gotten in to even check on him yet. Kip understood it though, in a hospital full of patients in worse conditions than what he was in, he was merely a second thought to anyone passing by his room. He didn’t make a sound, he wasn’t in pain, he didn’t exhibit extreme amounts of discomfort.

At least, not on the outside.

Beep. Beep.

Kip leaned his head back against the propped up bed, eyeing the monitor. If he wasn’t thinking about the phone that was still quietly buzzing in his lap, his heart rate slowly went back down. Of course he couldn’t keep this up forever, eventually he would probably have to reply to Chuck, and who knew what kind of fresh hell of wounds that would open on him. How awkward it would make everything if he dared to actually take on Chuck’s own offering and ask him for any help. Of course Kip didn’t need to do that, knowing that Chuck hadn’t actually caused any of this like he was thinking that he did, but…

Maybe it would be a way to get a step closer. To spend time with him. To figure out if Chuck could possibly feel the same way Kip did.

Beep.

Kip closed his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing. It would be all fine, he lied to himself. It wouldn’t matter if Chuck said no, it wouldn’t matter if they became just friends. Another lie. Kip could live with it if he could just tell Chuck how he felt, and whatever came out of that was just perfectly fine with him.

Kip was such a masterful liar sometimes.

Beep.

He hummed at himself a little, obviously satisfied with the way he made himself at least on some level believe everything was going to be okay. A small smirk tuck the corners of his lips, but Kip resisted it, thinking it was a step too far. He allowed himself to be proud of himself in this situation, but showing it outwards was a little too much.

Instead he yawned, followed by a cough as Kip could feel something scratching in his throat.

Beep.

He tried to gently cough it out, only making the scratching worse. Kip opened his eyes, glancing around him, trying to see if there was even a cup of water somewhere close by, but no such luck. Instead he coughed again, the burning in his throat just growing stronger and feeling grosser the more he tried to physically force whatever was stuck in his airways out of his body.

With a few more coughs the feeling was turning unbearable, Kip rather violently jerking forward as he coughed loudly, hand flying on to cover his mouth as he could feel something dislodging in his throat, attempting a forceful exit out of his mouth.

Beep. Beep.

Maybe he wasn’t as over the side effects of anesthesia as Kip thought, or nausea was a side effect of the painkillers. As the thoughts raced through his mind, Kip tried to keep his mouth covered by his hand, eyes shooting around his limited moving space, trying to find something he could safely vomit into. He could feel another scratch on his throat, knowing that he just had to take it and let it all out, Kip shoved the phone from his lap to the floor in a semi panic, barely hearing it landing with a loud thud before he allowed his insides to empty themselves into his lap.

Beep. Beep.

With his eyes closed to bear the pain, Kip could feel the burning in his lungs, but it all felt different than usual. It was an odd sensation, it felt more like something was scratching and crawling its way up his lungs rather than his throat, pushing painfully out of him rather than flowing in the liquid form like usual. It still burned, but in a softer, almost calming way compared to what Kip knew it should be.

Fearing the mess he had made, Kip slowly opened his eyes, thinking that he might have to call a nurse over to help him out, as much as he hated it. But instead he froze in place, eyes widening in shock as he tried to process the small pile of purple shaded rose petals sitting on his lap instead.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Kip carefully reached a hand towards the petals, shaking fingertips tracing along one. It felt soft, like it was freshly plucked from a flower, the kind of fresh petals you’d spread on a bed for a romantic surprise to a loved one. But the moment was nothing but romantic, it was surprising for sure, but it was more making Kip internally freak out than giving him any sentimental feelings over the sudden pile of petals in his lap.

They had come out from inside of him.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Kip had no idea why. No idea how. He could feel something crawling in his throat again, letting out a soft cough, watching a single petal flowing out of him, landing on top of the pile that had already formed.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Kip’s hands slowly grabbed a hold of the petals, squeezing them in his fists. He froze for a moment, feeling the soft petals against the palms of his hands, against his exposed skin, almost tearing wounds onto him despite their petite appearance.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Kip screamed.

#fic #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction #character: kip sabian #character: chuck taylor #ship: chuckkip #fic: you wanna wish away your sins #setting: hanahaki

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void-punktactics · 24 days

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Fight Club

Shout out as always to @krillissue and @dastardlydandy for letting their little guys have a playdate with my little guy! Welcome to the second instalment of pure fan service (the fans being me and my two actual fans) oc bullshit. I had a great time writing this.

TW for violence as should be expected from something titles Fight Club

Beretta was smart, Beretta made good decisions. Beretta

was going to break that son of a bitch’s nose if he didn’t get away from their brother.

They weren’t being paranoid, it wasn’t an unhealthy paranoia. This time. “August” as he was now called couldn’t be trusted. Not by Beretta and not around Viper. Not around the one thing they managed to keep. It didn’t help that apparently that goddamn worm was hanging around too. Something to worry about later. Right now their concern was on the white haired man they shared a table with.

“So…Beretta? That’s an interesting name-” He’d been trying to make conversation for the past hour, regardless of the failures.

“Do you wanna fight?” They finally interrupted, putting him out of his misery.

“What?” He blinked, a little owlish.

“Fight, big man. Do you wanna have a go in the ring? I’ve been dying for a challenge and you seem like my first shot at one.” And they’d love a chance to show off just what they could do when they were trying.

Viper leaned in close to August, his whisper hardly that. “Say no. She’s insane.” His grin said he didn’t mean it. It still stuck a cord but they brushed it off to raise an eyebrow at August.

A challenge.

“I’m tellin’ you Jangles. She bites, might have rabies.” Viper chuckled, elbowing Beretta in the side until they grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. Just enough to hold, not to hurt.

“I’ll show you rabies.” They bite at the air with a wicked grin.

“Sure. I guess we can go a round.” August cut in.

“Great! It’ll be fun. Some no holds barred fun.” Beretta’s grin turned its attention to August.

“Maybe a little holds barred?” He downed the rest of his drink and stood.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Auggie.” They sniped back.

Paying their tab the three head down to where the fights were starting to die down. It was late in the night and most of the action was over. The ring was clear long enough for Beretta to jump down and claim it for the next fight.

They tossed their jacket up to Viper and made a show of cracking their knuckles. The look he gave them read clear, he didn’t think they’d win. Not without a pity throw. But he hadn’t seen Beretta fight and he couldn’t remember their track record for breaking sparring partners.They’d show him, they would show everyone. It had been a while since Beretta had someone think they were weak and they soaked in the feeling of being underestimated.

They clue back into the fight just in time to dodge out of the way of a fist. They duck under his arm and spin around, kicking him in the back of his knees.

He stumbles but doesn’t fall, whipping around and aiming another punch, Beretta lets it hit. It sends them stumbling back a few steps but it was a weak hit. He was definitely holding back.

“Don’t go easy on me, Nash. Ain’t fun if only one of us is trying.” They taunt, darting forward and putting their elbow in his gut.

It’s his turn to stumble, he may not be Eye anymore but he’s still strong. Stronger than he acts. “It’s not fun if I hurt my friend's sister either. I don’t wanna hear about how annoying it was putting you back together.”

“Boooo. Come on. Fight me!” They duck another punch. “Lazarus.”

The next punch connects and it hurts. It hurts and it's the best feeling in the world. Beretta grins with blood on their teeth and they know that despite the lost memories Lazarus had not lost his abilities.

The fight turns bloody after that. Beretta turns to tooth and nail to work around being outmatched in strength but they weren’t built to be muscle. The good doctor designed them better than that. But there was only so long they could outsmart someone like August Nash. And it was always a tricky thing to put down a man already dead.

They lose. It’s inevitable and Beretta is hauled up out of the ring on their opponents shoulder with a wild smile on their face and blood running from their nose. They would be bruised in a few hours, their nose broken, definitely confused from when they had hit the ground at some point.

It had been a damn good fight.

August dropped them in a chair next to Viper, he had kicked out the last medic for the sake of treating them himself. He had on a knowing little smile, what exactly he knew Beretta’s head hurt too much to figure it out but it was certainly something he was going to be smug about later.

“Told ya’. Rabies”

“Shut it, doc. I think I went a little too hard on her…” He nudged her back into sitting from where they had flopped against his shoulder.

“I c’n take it. C’mon, back in th’ ring big shot. I’ll show ya’.” They slurred, trying to stand only for August to push them gently back into their seat. For how he was treating them now you wouldn’t think he was the one that had done this to them. The thought made Beretta giggle to themselves.

Once bandages and ice had been applied August dismissed himself back to his graveyard for the night. Beretta watched him go with a sigh.

Viper’s grin was decidedly gloating. “You like him dont you.”

“Tolerate…he ain't half bad.”

#trisona #beretta the pupil #trigun #shout out to my homies for hyping me up #READ MY FRIEND'S STUFF ITS SO GOOD

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prismatica-the-strange · 5 months

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Black Sheep | Surprising These Hands Can Hold Me Up

Warnings: 18+, nudity, I have never read the books so I'm basically adlibbing from the movie-verse, sorry if my lore is off

Beretta starts to adjust to her current life as a suitor in King Caspian's castle despite a few setbacks, they start to become quite fond of each other.

Not a fully coherent story and not quite an anthology, but an assortment of moments from early on in Caspian and Retta's relationship. Takes place over the course of six to seven months.

Word Count: 4.5k

Song: Gold by We Are the Guests | Picrew Link | Dividers by @cafekitsune

He can tell she knows he's there by the way her ears flick at his every quiet movement, but she doesn't look up from her book.

"So this is where you hide when you disappear," He says, bringing her attention fully to him.

"Your Majesty," She starts to close her book and stand, her middle finger keeping her page, but he waves his hand to stop her.

"You don't need to stand and, please, call me Caspian," He insists, taking a seat next to her on the stone bench.

She nods, sitting back where she was, but she's much less relaxed, her back looking more rigid than before.

"I didn't mean to interrupt your reading. Is it a good book?" He kicks himself for being so awkward with her. He just doesn't know how to act around suitors yet.

"My favorite, actually," She admits.

He glances over her shoulder to see well-read pages with notes and scribbles filling the margins.

She likes to read. He makes a mental note of that.

"Perhaps you would care to tell me about it tonight over dinner?" He asks, "Only if you wish to. I'd love to know more about the things you enjoy."

He tries to hide the smile spreading across his face when he sees her cheeks tint pink.

"I believe that sounds agreeable, your Majesty."

"Good, but I believe I asked you to call me-"

"Caspian," She replies, correcting herself. They've know each other barely over a week but he can't deny the flutter in his chest at the sound of his name on her lips.

It's been nearly three months since her arrival and he has a surprise for her. The only problem is he's searched the whole castle and can't seem to find her anywhere, not even in the hidden nook in the garden where she likes to read.

He sighs, relief washing over him when he does find her in one of the less-used corridors until he sees the troubled look in her eyes.

"There you are," He calls, making his way over, "I've been looking for you. What's wrong?"

"Nothing," She waves off his concern as he takes her hands.

"That look didn't seem like nothing to me," He pushes, thumbs brushing the fur peaking out from the cuffs of her sleeves.

She refuses to meet his gaze, worried if she were to look into his warm brown eyes she'd crumble.

"I'm fine," She insists.

Since she seems unwilling to tell him, he drops the subject for now.

"Well, no matter the case, I have something for you."

"For me?"

"Yes, for you," He chuckles.

"You didn't have to..." She looks up at him and his eyes light up.

"I know," He grins, "I wanted to."

He leads her out to the stables where he has both their horses saddled and ready.

"Are we going somewhere?" She asks.

"You didn't think your surprise was in the stables, did you?"

Her ears fall slightly at his teasing, cheeks warming up again.

"May I?" He holds out his hand to help her onto her horse.

She's hesitant but lets him, his hand is warm around hers.

"Thank you."

She notices as he pulls himself into his own saddle, that his sword is hanging off it. Her bow and quiver are secured to hers and her eyebrows furrow.

"You think we'll need these?"

"I prefer to have them with us, just in case."

She nods in agreement, taking up her horse's reins.

"So where're we off to?" She asks, eyeing the large pack on the back of his saddle.

"Just follow me.

It's farther than she expected, nearly half a day's ride from the castle. They'd left later than he wanted, so they make it to the camp just as the sun sinks below the horizon.

"Caspian, what is all this?" She asks.

"It was meant to be more of a secluded dinner for the two of us but," He clears his throat, "I seemed to have gotten the timing wrong."

She chuckles, jumping down from her horse before he can offer her his hand again.

"It's a nice spot," She comments, "Pretty."

"I'll get a fire started."

"I can do that. You seem to have some unpacking to do," She snickers, motioning to his pack with her chin.

Twenty minutes later they're sat across a roaring fire, picking at the remnants of their packed lunch.

"Not much of a meal, is it?" She comments and his eyes go wide.

"If you want more I can-..." She starts laughing when he moves to stand and he freezes, words trailing off.

"I'm teasing, My King," She smirks.

"Oh," He settles back down, chuckling and hoping the firelight hides his reddening cheeks.

By the way she keeps giggling, he can tell it doesn't, which only makes it worse.

"So," She crisscrosses her legs as she sits up, looking at him over the fire, "How did get this one past your advisers?"

"I have no idea what you mean," He smiles at her.

"Well, some people might consider this... improper," She teases, "A young, unmarried couple stealing away unchaperoned to the woods? Scandalous."

"I believe that, if we are to be married, someday, we should be able to get to know each other in a... less formal setting," He explains and she nods.

"I will find us something a little more hearty in the morning," He says.

"You plan on hunting with that sword of yours?"

He sees the way the light catches as a playful glint in her eye.

"Perhaps you would rather catch our breakfast, then?"

"I'd likely be quicker at it."

This is better, He thinks. Their conversation flows much more comfortably than at the palace.

She seems to be able to hold her own out in the wilderness. He doubts that any of his other suitors would be nearly this at home in the woods.

"So, you didn't bring yourself a bow, did you forget anything else important?"

"Like what?"

"Wine of course!" Her eyes narrow at him, "You can't expect to spend multiple nights without any spirits!"

He laughs at that, one thing he's noticed is that she never goes a meal without at least one goblet of wine.

"I had a cask brought out," He assures her and her ears flick down in surprise.

He wakes up not long after the sun rises to the sound of boots shuffling in the dirt.

He reaches for his blade out of instinct, only to realize it's just his companion.

He rubs the sleep from his eyes as he sits up and he freezes when she drops three dead rabbits on the ground in front of him.

"How long have you been up?" He asks.

"Maybe an hour before dawn."

"You couldn't sleep?"

"I was hungry."

"You should have woken me," He argues, picking up the animals.

"I didn't see a need," She shrugs, "Now, I killed them, so you prep."

"Sounds fair," He grins. He pulls out his knife and is about to get to work, but stops when she starts to leave camp again, "Where are you going?"

"To wash up," She calls over her shoulder, "I got blood in my fur."

Once he's skinned and prepared the rabbits to be cooked he follows her path to wash the blood from his hands and dagger.

He stops in his tracks when she comes into view. Her clothes are laid out on a rock on the river bank and she stands in thigh-high water with her back to him as she washes herself.

He means to look away but instead, his eyes wander her frame. Curly, black fur wraps around her hips, trailing down her thighs, up her spine, and spreading out to her shoulders. A black fuzzy tail sits at the base of her spine just before the curve of her rear.

He looks up to see her looking back at him, her arm quickly moving to cover her breasts.

"D-did you need something?"

"I-" His eyes go wide and his mouth opens and closes soundlessly, "I-I didn't-!

His hand suddenly flies up to cover his eyes before he turns his back.

With his back to her, he can't see the small, curious smile playing on her lips, "How long were you standing there?"

He looks up at the sky, nose scrunching in embarrassment, "I apologize, I... I didn't mean to."

She bites her bottom lip when an idea comes to her.

"I don't mind," He hears water splash as she makes her way towards the river bank, "You startled me is all."

Her voice is right next to him now and when he glances toward her he chokes on air. She's still naked.

She chuckles and places her hand on his arm.

"It's alright," She purrs.

Aslan help him, He prays, swallowing hard and tearing his eyes away from the trail of dark fuzz leading from her sex to just below her breasts to meet her gaze.

"You- um..."

He's red from the neck up and the sight makes her grin.

She giggles as she pulls away, and he can't stop himself from watching her hips sway as she walks towards her clothes, her tail flicking playfully.

Fauns.

He huffs and shakes his head. Sometimes he forgets she is one with how poised and stoic she acts at the castle. But seeing this side of her seems to endear him to her more.

The other suitors he's met are much more... stuck up is a word he would use. More proper, and would never allow themselves to be caught like this with him before marriage, let alone this early into their courtship.

He glances back over his shoulder to see her now covered.

She comes back toward him, her hand running down his arm as she passes.

She giggles as she finishes her goblet of wine.

The cask is nearly half gone and she's drank most of it herself.

She sighs and leans her head on his shoulder, deciding three cups in to move from her spot across the fire to sit by his side.

"Mmm, this is nice," She mumbles, nuzzling her head against the bottom of his chin

Fauns

The fire is warm, but where she lays against him is burning hot, and even then, he can't seem to find it in himself to remove her.

It isn't long before she starts to relax more, her black nose twitching as she adjusts beside him.

She clumsily slides her head into his lap, a small, drunken smile on her face.

"This was a great idea," She laughs, "I feel like I can breathe again!"

He hesitantly reaches to brush his fingers through her hair, it's a temptation he's been fighting since they first met. It just looks so soft.

His fingers still and the question lingers in his eyes as he looks down at her face. Her cheeks are flushed the cutest shade of pink as she stares back at him.

"May I?"

She nods, her eyes fluttering shut when he runs his hand disappears into her hair.

He lets a baffled chuckle, it's even softer than he expected, and her ears-

"Eh!" Her eyes snap open and she hurriedly sits up.

"D-did I-"

"My ears," She whimpers, pulling on the one he'd caressed, "They're very sensitive..."

"I'm sorry."

She shakes her head, peeking over her shoulder at him, "I should have said something."

He reaches over again, fingers brushing the fur at the back of her neck. Her ears flick at the touch and he pulls away slightly. She looks back at him, her face bright red, "Well don't stop."

She sounds almost embarrassed, but the feel of his hands in her fur was so delectable that she doesn't want it to end.

He chuckles at her annoyance, arm gently wrapping around her to lay her back in his lap.

He cards his fingers through her fur, runs his thumb over the spots on her cheek, and pets the fur on the sides of her face as the night goes on. She looks as though she were in heaven under his lavishments until she falls asleep.

Summer fades to fall and it's late autumn when another, unexpected, suitor arrives at the castle, with too much luggage and three ladies' maids.

Much to Baretta's dismay, Caspian doesn't turn her away outright, far too chivalrous to do so after she's traveled such a long way. Had she been in The Fae Empire she wouldn't have hesitated to do so for inconveniencing her.

A week into her stay winter blows in, freezing the landscape in frigid snow.

"There you are, my king!" A shrill voice calls from behind them, interrupting their mid-morning walk, "I've been looking everywhere for you!"

Caspian and Beretta share an annoyed look before he turns to greet her.

"Good morning, Princess Georgiana," He smiles courteously at her.

She looks flustered, cheeks flushed pink from the cold, and perfectly curled, golden, hair haphazardly tussled around her shoulders while simultaneously being crushed by her hat.

"Princess Georgiana," Beretta greets with a small bow of the head.

"May I join you?" She asks directly to Caspian, completely ignoring her.

Caspian though, looks to her for her approval and she sighs.

"I have something to attend to," She smiles politely, lying through her teeth.

Caspian's face falls when she lets go of his arm, dark eyes sorrowful as she steps away.

"No, please, stay," He says, trying to not sound like he's begging.

"I'm sorry, My King," She bites back a smile at that, "But I should leave you two be."

She tries not to laugh at the desperate look he's giving her when she turns to leave the garden.

Two hours later, Caspian is in a meeting with his advisors and Retta is curled up in a plush chair in one of the sitting rooms with a book and mug of hot chocolate.

"This castle is freezing," A familiar voice snaps, "Must be nice being a fuzzball, she doesn't have to worry about it."

Her ears pivot back. Fuzzball?

"Yes, m'lady."

"I'm shocked he lets her get that close," She continues, "I wouldn't be surprised if she had fleas."

"And who ever heard of a faun being queen of Narnia?" Georgiana scoffs, voice echoing throughout the castle corridors, "She must be kidding herself if she thinks he'll actually pick her!"

"Yes, m'lady..."

Her ears fall as she frowns. Do people actually think that?

Is she not what the people expect from a queen?

Self-doubt swirls in her mind and eats away her afternoon.

"I can't believe you left me to fend for myself with her this morning," Caspian jokes, startling her as he falls into the chair across from her, "I swear I have bruises from how tight she was clinging to my arm."

The sun is setting outside the windows and she wonders what happened to the day.

Her lack of response worries him.

"Retta?" He leans over, finger curling under her chin, turning her face to look at him, "Are you alright."

"I..." She can feel her eyes start to glass over but she doesn't pull away, "I'm fine."

His jaw sets when her voice cracks and he slides out of the chair to his knees in front of her, taking her face in his hands.

"What happened?"

"I-I'm not..." She tries to not sniffle, "Not good enough..."

His dark eyes search hers for more answers, "Not good enough? For who, my love?"

"For you," She cries, tears falling down her cheeks and dampening her fur.

His eyes go wide and he tries to wipe them away with his thumbs.

"Where did you ever get such a silly idea? I'm certain Aslan himself must have blessed me with the chance to be by your side," She looks at him with big, wet eyes as he continues, "And may he help whoever made you feel this way, for they will have no shelter from my rage."

He pulls her closer and tilts her head down to kiss her forehead.

"Come now," He shushes, moving to sit beside her, nudging her over before pulling her into his lap, "It's alright. Dry your eyes."

She feels childish, crying like this over something she'd overheard from a pompous, spoiled brat of a princess. But the way he cradles her against his chest is more than enough to soothe that worry.

She clings to him and lets herself be truly vulnerable.

The Christmas Ball quickly approaches and since their heart-to-heart, if that's what you can even call it, Beretta and Caspian have been closer than ever.

The only thing keeping them from declaring their complete and utter love for each other to all of Narnia is a handful of old laws and traditions.

Caspian must first meet with and consort with all of his suitors, then spend the minimum of a year courting the one he desires and desires him in return.

The whole thing frustrates him to no end. He knows who he wishes to spend his life with, who he wants to rule over Narnia with.

"You seem upset," Her cool fingers rubbing between his furrowed brows, smoothing the wrinkles by making him relax slightly.

"Just thinking."

He takes her hand in his and kisses the back of it.

"Tell me what's troubling you," She says, sitting on the arm of his chair, cradling his hand in her lap.

"My own impatience," He sighs, looking up at her, "I want you by my side."

"I am, silly," She bumps him with her hip and he chuckles.

"In everything," He clarifies, "In life, as my queen, my other half, and I yours."

"You have many suitors, My King," She reminds him.

He groans, slumping back in his desk chair, "Yes, I know. And much of Narnia to reunite."

"Would it not be easier for everyone if I had the matter of my marriage settled so we could all focus on bringing peace to Narnia?"

"Romantic," She teases.

"You know what I mean."

"Yes, I do," She kisses the top of his head, muttering into his hair, "And I share the sentiment."

"You're Majesty- Oh! I-I apologize."

They both look to the door where Reepicheep is standing, flustered, gold ringlet between his paws.

"I didn't mean to interrupt."

"It's alright, Reep," Caspian chuckles, motioning him in, "What did you need?"

The mouse quickly climbs up onto his desk and bows to them.

"My lady."

She bows her head to him in return and he turns to Caspian.

"Your Majesty, your advisors are gathered in the war room. They wish to discuss with you about the Giants of the North."

Caspian lets out another sigh, looking over at Beretta longingly. He'd much rather spend his time with her.

"I'll be around should you need me," She promises, finger tilting his chin up at her. She kisses his forehead and wanders out of his study.

"You know, Your Majesty," Reep says, "Some traditions are meant to be changed.

Reepicheep's words stick with him and before he knows it, it's the night of the Christmas Ball.

He adjusts the collar of his jacket, grimacing at the color in the mirror.

The dark, piney green is definitely festive, but not a color he would have chosen for himself. This is what he gets for leaving all the decisions up to his tailor.

Normally, he would be looking forward to a night of levity and merriment, but not tonight, because that's not what tonight will be for him. No, tonight he meets the rest of his suitors, all those who were unable to join them at the castle previously will be gathered at the ball.

He'll be expected to greet, mingle, and dance with each of them as the night goes on. The only thing keeping him from sneaking away outright is that he'll be able to share, hopefully several, dances with Beretta.

The party has barely started and he finds himself already overwhelmed with the people wanting to speak with him.

He's courteous and kind as they bombard him, and it's only by happenstance that he notices Beretta enter.

Her earthy greens and browns are changed to a beautiful wintery blue for the night, with a white bust above the corset, flowing sleeves, and gold trimmings.

Link

He doesn't even realize he's trailed off mid-sentence until the duke he's conversing with speaks up.

He finds himself distracted as he makes his first round about the ballroom, his eyes drifting to wherever she may be.

By the time he finally makes his way to her, he's desperate to be near her.

"My King," She greets when he approaches her. She bows to him, standing on ceremony in the bustling ballroom.

Before she can rise to face him he gathers her hands in his, pulling them up to his lips.

"I have missed you today, Lamb," He mutters against her skin.

"Caspian," She chastises quietly, pulling her hands from his, "You can't do that here."

Her cheeks are pink and he wants nothing more than to kiss them.

She looks up at him with warm yet sympathetic eyes.

"Please," He bends at the hip in a small bow, offering his hand, "Join me for my first dance of the night?"

She bites back the grin fighting its way to her face, smiling politely with a small nod, "I would be honored, My King."

She melts at the way his face lights up when she takes his hand.

"Caspian," She mutters as he leads her to the middle of the room. Nearly all eyes are on them, and she's suddenly aware that the musicians are playing quiet melodies, barely audible over the chatter. He doesn't seem to notice as he turns her to face him, "No one is dancing."

"That's one of the great things about being king," He says, wrapping his arm around her waist, "If I wish to dance..."

The music picks up into a waltz and they fall into step together.

He feels himself able to breathe again, getting lost in the feel of her touch. Her closeness is suffocating in its own way but he wouldn't have it any other way.

He grips her hips, feeling the give of her fur beneath the silk of the gown, and lifts her up with a twirl.

The back of her hand trails down the side of his face as he sets her back on her feet.

Her eyes are so soft and her hands are so warm on his shoulders, he can't stop himself from leaning down to press his lips to hers.

He worries he's done something wrong when she quickly pulls away, eyes wide in shock.

"I'm sorry," He whispers, but before he can stand straight again she takes his face in her hands, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

Their feet still as he cups the back of her neck, keeping her close.

The crowd and world around them fall away and months of yearning come to a head.

Her lips are just as soft as the rest of her as they move against his. He forgets himself, forgets where they are, and presses their chest closer together.

His pupils are blown wide when he pulls away, turning his already dark eyes to pitch.

"My love," He breathes, a small smile playing on his lips, "I fear I may die if I ever stop kissing you."

She grins up at him, butterflies dancing in her stomach, "Caspian, I-"

"My King," A woman interrupts, shattering their little bubble.

They turn to see Georgiana in her bright red dress with too many ruffles and petticoats, her hair curled and piled high on her head, adorned with holly leaves.

"Lady Georgiana," Caspian nods.

Retta all but hides her face against his shoulder, not ready to relinquish their moment.

"My father would like a moment of your time, Your Majesty," She curtsies.

Torn again between his duty as a king and his longing to stay beside her, he sighs.

Beretta's face falls when he steps back, trying to keep her hurt from showing as he bows to her.

It doesn't work. The pain in her eyes breaks his heart.

"Thank you for the dance, My Lady."

He swallows hard when she bows back, "My King."

The night drags on for hours and he's unable to speak to her since their kiss.

As the party winds down and guests start to filter from the ballroom to their suites, he searches for her in the crowd.

When he can't find her he takes to her room, hesitating outside her door for a moment before knocking.

"Caspian?" She asks when she sees him.

"Did I offend you?" He asks worridly, referencing to their moment on the dance floor, his eyes wandering her body and the long satin nightgown clinging to her curves.

"No," Her eyes narrow in confusion and she reaches up to place her hand on his cheek, "Why would you think so?"

"You disappeared without saying goodnight."

"I was tired," She admits, "And you seemed occupied. I didn't wish to pull you away from anything important."

He leans into her touch, lips grazing the edge of her palm, eyes falling shut.

"You look exhausted."

"I am," He mumbles, "May I come in?"

"You know I would never deny your company, My King," Her voice is quiet.

"But?"

"But... I think it's best you take to bed."

He forces his eyes to open, placing his hand over the one on his cheek.

"And what if I wish to spend the evening with you, Lamb?"

"Caspian..." She coos, letting him back her into her chambers, door shutting behind him before he kisses her softly.

He smiles against her lips when she lifts onto her toes to get closer to him.

She grips the raised collar of his jacket when he moves to pull away.

"This night without you on my arm has been torture, my love," He breathes.

She bumps his nose with hers, a small whine coming from the back of her throat. She couldn't agree more. Seeing him be fawned over by dozens of gorgeous, powerful women made her feel as though a vice had been strangling her heart.

"Beautiful, wonderful, lovely..." He murmurs against her lips and cheeks, his hands warm on her neck and collarbone.

"Caspian," Her fingers weave into his hair, pulling strands from their tie and tilting his face up to look at her.

Her expression is soft as she gazes warmly at him. His hands fall to her hips, his breath shuddering when she leans forward, lightly kissing the spot between his eyes.

"My queen..."

His voice is barely audible, but her sensitive ears hear the loving sigh and she laughs, "I don't believe I hold that title, love."

"Not yet, but... someday."

She blinks at him in surprise. Is this a proposal? "Cas..."

"Someday..."

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grayson-baller · 1 year

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Chuck Taylor & Trent Beretta -- Headcanon

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word count: 558

pairing: fem!reader & Chuck Taylor & Trent Beretta

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“You are such a good girl.” Trent praised, pushing fallen hair out of your face. “So fucking good for us.” His voice was low, mixed with the sound of a low growl.

You beamed at the praise, his words running heat through you, adding to the dripping mess between your legs.

Your eyes darted up to look at him—mouth too full to speak—and he met your gaze before smiling at you.

You hadn’t expected the night to turn out this way. It started with kissing and escalated from there. Not that you were complaining when they were stripping your clothes off you. Just like you weren’t complaining now, naked and on your hands and knees on your bed.

Trent was in front of you, fucking your mouth. One hand gripping your hair as you had your lips wrapped around him.

Chuck was in the back, fucking you from behind. One hand was on your hip, the other wrapped around and toying with your clit.

It was good. The fine mix of nearly too much and not enough all at once. The sound of various grunts and moans, mixing with the sound of flesh slapping.

“Damn straight.” Chuck praised, thumb swiping over your clit once more. You moaned at the sensation, hips rocking back against him. “Such a beautiful little thing, aren’t you baby? So fucking cute, and such a good little slut for us.”

You heated at his words. You never thought you’d like being called a little slut, but you couldn’t deny how much you liked the idea of being their little slut.

Even if it was just one night.

You moaned again. Trent swore under his breath, praising you once more at the vibrations.

“Is it good, baby?” Chuck teased, thumb swiping over your clit once more. He chuckled as you clenched around him. “Yeah? You like when I do this, huh?” He taunted, thumb swiping over you once more. “I can feel you clenching, baby. You’re real close, aren’t you?”

You nodded your head as much as you could. You moaned as Trent changed the pace up, swallowing down more of him.

You could feel drool on the side of your mouth. You weren’t sure how you looked, sure you looked as fucked out as you felt.

“Yeah, baby? You gonna come for us?” Trent asked, stroking your hair for you. While Chuck’s thrusts were rougher, Trent was softer. You could see the sweeter side of him coming out, even when fucking.

You enjoyed it. The contrast of the two of them, both of them controlling your body in two different ways. They both were using you, and you were absolutely getting off on it.

“Come for us, baby girl.” Chuck instructed. You moaned as your stomach tightened, clenching around him as you came.

Trent was next. He grunted, spilling in your mouth, whispering praise as you swallowed him down.

Finally, Chuck came. He grunted your name, before slipping out of you to dispose the condom.

Trent had reached for you, getting you settled in the bed. He wrapped an arm around you, kissing the side of your head. “Did so damn good baby.”

“You did.” Chuck agreed, laying next to you. He brought his hand to your hip, drawing circles on your skin. “Next time though, I get that pretty mouth of yours.”

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descendantof2eras · 1 year

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Walking with a Death Wish

Ella Toan's schedule: wake up; get dressed; travel by train from her home in the forest city of Sindain to be at the mansion of Hero Maximilian Yuris in Palm Brinks no later than 6AM; morning workout in the gym converted from the mansion's ballroom for their use until the rest of her team wakes up and arrives usually around 7:00, impatiently wait outside the mansion to scold whoever hasn't arrived until 7:30; Hero Max's son, Lernardo Yuris, gives a daily morning check up to the team because he's paranoid of everything; leave with team to the port city, Veniccio, to be there by 8; once there stand around and look tough to whoever comes walking off any of the boats because tourists always want to see the giant flower or the cave with all the paintings on the wall drawn by who cares because it's not like any of them mean anything important, and tourists never actually consider the wildlife of the island like the walking carnivorous trees, the dragons, or the actual witches that throw fireballs at you; convince the family of 5 that a Beretta M9 isn't going to protect them with a single magazine no matter what US state they say they live in; take their entire life savings because she convinced them that it was worth it; bring them there and then back; go home; and repeat until death by age. It's not like any of those fireballs actually do anything to her with the power she has.

Today, any day like any other, one of her teammates, a long redhead dressed in tacticool gear stood next to her to hold a conversation, a one-sided convo, but as long as they get their jobs done, it's not something to worry about. Ella leaned against the pier's railing, a red mage's staff held in her hands and pretending to listen to her co-worker, while keeping her eyes out for potential scores.

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aangelinakii · 10 months

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HEADACHE

in which black cat suffers from a headache

chapter : seven

character : tangerine

fandom : bullet train

song : emerald eyes , fleetwood mac

date : 3rd july 2023

by the time the duo had reached the second train car, tangerine had become more dishevelled. he'd discarded of his royal blue tie, pocketed it inside his blazer, and unbuttoned a few on his baby blue shirt.

he huffed to estela behind him. "we've been all down this bloody train and this cunt's nowhere to be fuckin' found!"

head still turned to glance behind him as he walked, tangerine stepped through the automatic door. however, his next step was short-lived as his path was halted with a bump into the following door.

"the fuck!" tangerine looked down at the door, to find a cane protruding from the door, preventing it from fully closing, causing it to stay in a repetitive loop of opening, but not being able to fully open, and closing, but not being able to fully close. he peered through the window, eyes landing on the great stack of luggage preventing the door from opening.

he turned around to black cat, eyes ablaze. "that fucking motherfucker," he seethed. "fucking sneaky cunt."

estela pushed lightly past him to peer down at the obstacle herself, and exhaled heavily. she looked around the carriage, trying to find some resources last-minute.

"oi, grab me that momonga," she said in a low voice, pointing towards where a little girl sat in her seat, sleeping head perched on a momonga plush, along with the show playing away on an ipad placed on the table in front of her.

the moustached man followed through, carefully yet swiftly taking the plush away from the girl's sleeping hold. as he passed it over to black cat, who was pulling her beretta from her blazer, he scrunched his nose at the momonga. "i still don't understand what the fuck a momonga is."

as she approached the door, estela pressed the white-and-blue plush to the muzzle of her firearm. a ringlet of hair fell into her face. "it's just some kids show," she muttered as she pulled the trigger.

sparks and feathers flew, erupting in the air in a puff of smoke. the luggage spilled out the way of the door, scattering along the floor along with some of their contents, and the automatic door finally zipped open as it should.

with a squeaky "momonga!" the plush fell limply to the floor, now gutted of its feathery intestines.

estela kicked away some of the luggage from her path with her black doc martens and stepped into the purgatory between carriages one and two, where they should've been with less hassle, but, alas, this is where fate had led them.

"fuck me," tangerine mumbled, looking about in awe at the feathers fluttering peacefully down to the floor.

"that's not appropriate," estela returned, sparing him a glance as she tucked a fly-away out of her face.

the man rolled his eyes, stepping through the door behind her, avoiding the stray luggage strewn about the floor.

before taking it upon himself to enter carriage 1, tangerine removed his handgun from his pocket, and pulled off his navy pinstripe blazer. he folded the jacket over the arm carrying the pistol, and sent black cat a nod before stepping through. estela hung back, sort of as a plan b in case they found ladybug and he tried to escape by running up the platform.

and good thing she stayed behind, because, as distant pops erupted further down the train, and a familiar-sounding "twat!" chimed through the carriage, a man in a green jacket dashed through the sliding door.

"cunt!" estela growled, pouncing on the ladybug like the black cat she was. cat versus bug, who would win?

they rolled around on the floor, ladybug's hands aiming wildly for black cat's face, as hers found his throat, the skin soft and wrinkled around the area.

his eyes began to almost pop out of his head, great pools of chilled blue, like a lagoon. he brought a fist up in a hammering motion to punch uselessly at her tricep, and found her grip unwavering. once again, he pulled back his arm, fist balled up, but this time when he punched, his knuckles made contact with her jaw.

upon impact, black cat let out a grunt, her entire body following through with the motion and pulling away from ladybug as she shrunk down in pain.

ladybug took this opportunity to slide out from under black cat's legs, and pull himself into a seated position against the next well. black cat was still somewhat dazed, rubbing her jaw; it felt slightly knocked out of place, and, well, that's fucked.

the man brought his knees toward him into his chest, and kicked out with all his power. his white shoes, dirtied a gross grey on the bottom, struck black cat in her stomach, winding her even more.

but black cat didn't allow this hit to throw her off track. sure, she was gasping for air, but she picked herself up to her knees. the girl pushed off one knee, using her hand to balance against the floor as she brought her other leg down on ladybug's face, thick booted-toe first into his cheek.

overhead, the speakers chimed, indicating the soon arrival to shin-fuji station.

once again, ladybug kicked one of his legs out, aiming for black cat's stomach once more. but the woman was ready, and took hold of his ankle, softening the blow as it connected with her stomach, for she redirected his energy back towards him, with a knee flying towards his nose.

with a cry upon the impact of his kneecap jabbing into his nose bridge, ladybug kicked his leg out again, hitting her in the stomach a second time. he brought his hands up to his nose, eyes watering. "the hell, dude!?"

the shinkansen rolled to a stop, and the door opened up.

black cat, with a roar, pounced on ladybug again, hands grabbing his head, thumbs searching for his eye sockets. the man cried out again, and used his remaining power to push her down, so he was rolling on top. but this manoeuvre had sent them rolling around on the unsanitary tiles of the shin-fuji station platform.

now below ladybug, black cat brought her hands up to scratch at the man's face, most likely chipping her deep maroon nail polish in the meantime.

"what's your problem, lady?" ladybug pushed out as he tried to hold black cat still beneath him, leaning his neck just out of reach of the cat's claws. "you were on my side with that wolf guy!"

"plans change!" black cat returned through gritted fangs, bringing her knee up to strike repeatedly at ladybug's inner thigh, threatening closer and closer to where the sun never shines with each hit.

clenching his jaw to push down the pain, ladybug pulled a fist back and directed it rapidly into black cat's face. she growled as his knuckles collided with her nose, rupturing a blood vessel, and filling her nostrils with a tinny tang.

black cat brought her knee up, powering it with as much energy she could muster, as her vision began to grow fuzzy and her head began to pound.

indicating she'd struck the intended spot, ladybug squealed, voice raising a couple octaves, and fell off of her. a string of profanities escaped his mouth as he paused for a moment, one hand cradling the affected spot, and the other holding him up on the floor.

using this moment of vulnerability to his advantage, black cat pushed herself up onto her knees and reached into her inner breast pocket. the pads of her fingers met the rough material of the handle, and she wrapped her fingers around it and pulled it out.

in the station, such a public place, using the gun for its intended purpose would be foolish, but that didn't mean she couldn't put it to other use.

while he was still recovering in his vulnerable position, black cat used the butt of the gun against ladybug's shoulder blade, both letting out a grunt upon impact. ladybug fell to his elbow, his arm not prepared to hold him up.

the man rose himself up momentarily to whip an arm out and hit the firearm out of black cat's grip.

"shit!" she cried, watching the pistol fly through the air, and hit the tiles with a sickening crack.

while she was distracted, ladybug pulled himself up to his feet and made a break for it, sprinting up the platform and jumping onto the train.

fuck, almost a minute.

black cat scrambled to retrieve her beloved beretta from the tiles and jumped back onto the shinkansen, the door clamping shut behind her.

"fuck," the woman breathed, ringlets dripping into her fuzzy vision.

her hands hung down by her sides, handgun tapping against her bare, bruised legs as the train began to pick up speed and the woman swayed with the movement.

metallic liquid dripped onto her lips, and she rose a hand up to tap at the area underneath her nose. when she pulled her two fingers away, she stared at the crimson ichor that glistened in the light.

with a sigh, she used the back of her hand to wipe away the blood, rubbing slightly at her nostril, which sent a shooting pain up her nose.

black cat stuffed her beretta back into her blazer and began trekking up the train.

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inatafortuna · 7 months

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Merle Dixon/OC When the world went to shit, a woman and her daughter ended up in a tank with a guy, in the middle of Atlanta. When a nearby group helps them, they meet someone they never thought to see again.

Months. She, and her daughter have been on their own since the outbreak. Her husband went on a hunting trip with his brother, and she went to visit her own sister with their daughter when the world went shit.

Then her sister died. A horde came, and everything happened so fast, and her sister was gone. Grieving? There was no time for grieving, even when all what she wanted to do was crying. Bonnie was a tough woman, so she pulled herself together. Her daughter was still alive, and they needed each other more than ever now.

Her husband taught her to hunt years ago. Oh, at first she always begged him to let her go with them, when they went hunting for a weekend and after a while, her husband gave in. Over the years, Bonnie kept getting better, and now she was thankful for what she had learned. It meant she and her daughter don't starve. But every now and then they needed other supplies. That's how they ended up in this mess, with a guy in a tank, in the middle of Atlanta.

"Ya know, we in this mess, because you started shooting, Rambo."

"I'm sorry." Bonnie sighed, the guy seemed like he really meant it, but he was still an idiot. Well, her daughter had to think the same thing.

"They attracted to the noise, ya don't know nothing?" Skyler was fourteen years old, with a big attitude, just like her mom and dad, but was just as skilled for this new world. Rambo wanted to say something when the radio in the tank started to beeping.

"Hey, are you guys still alive in there?" They looked at each other, then Rambo grabbed the radio.

"Yes, we are alive! You can see us?"

"Yeah, I can see you. You're surrounded by walkers. That's the bad news."

"There's good news?"

"No. Oh man, you guys should see it from over here. You'd been having a major freak-out." Bonnie grunted, she had enough, and take the radio.

"Listen, while you and Rambo here having a nice chit-chat, I wanna stay alive, so any advice?"

"Make a run for it. It sounds crazy, but listen. There's one geek still up on the tank, but the others climbed down and joined the feeding frenzy where the horse went down. The street on the other side of the tank is less crowded. Got ammo?"

"Me and my daughter had two guns, a crossbow, and some knives. Rambo here has a beretta with one clip."

"Jump off the right side of the tank, keep going in that direction. There's an alley up the street, maybe 50 yards, be there. Good luck."

"Well, shit." She wiped her forehead looking at Rambo and Skyler.

"We try, right, ma'?"

"Hell yeah. C'mere sweetie." Bonnie hugged her daughter, then glanced at Rambo. "What's your name?"

"Rick. Yours?"

"Bonnie, and my daughter Skyler. But I going to call ya' Rambo." For the first time, Rick smiled.

"If we can make out of here alive, you can call me whatever you want."

"Deal." And with that, they opened the tank and then run. Boonie shot the geek on the tank, and Rick with Sky the rest. They managed to reach the alley and run into an Asian guy.

"Whoa, not dead! Come on, come on!" They followed the guy, up on the fire escape, through the building. When they were inside, a blonde woman held a gun in Rick's face.

"We are all dead, because of you!"

"Andrea, back off!" Someone of the group shouted, but she has not lowered her gun. Bonnie grabbed her hand, and took her gun.

"Hey, Blondie, next time ya' wanna hold a gun on someone, maybe take the safety off." The woman's expression turned a little embarrassed, but still angry.

"Give it back."

"Why, you can't even know how to use it."

"Ma', don't be an asshole." Bonnie snorted at her daughter's comment.

"Even you know how to use a gun, and ya' just fourteen." She then glanced back at Blondie, then sighed, giving her gun back. "Here."

"Thanks." Andrea said, and Bonnie just nodded. "By the way, I'm Andrea, not Blondie."

"Sure thing, Blondie."

"She calls me Rambo." Rick chuckled, then turned to the Asian guy. "What's your name? You saved our ass outside."

"Glenn. The others are Morales, Jacqui, and T-Dog."

"I'm Rick Grimes. And she's Bonnie and her daughter Skyler."

"Yo. We were on a supply run, just like you guys, when Rambo here rang the dining bell. We're trapped in the tank, but Glenn here saved the day." That's when they hear a shot, then another from the roof.

"Oh, no, is that Dixon?" Andrea said, and Bonnie's heart stopped for a moment, looking instantly at Sky. Dixon? Could be...?

"What's that maniac doing? Come on, let's go!" Glenn said, and everyone went to the roof.

"Dixon, are you crazy?!" Morales shouted.

"Hey, You oughta be more polite to a man with a gun! Only common sense." She just stood there, frozen on her spot, and stared at the man she thought she would never see again.

"Holy shit... Merle?" Hearing his name caught him off guard and looking at her direction, his eyes widened, lowering his rifle.

"Bon?" She sobbed and started to run toward Merle almost tipping him, and throw her hands around his neck. He hugged her back tightly. not believing this is really happening. He started stroking her brown curls. "C'mon sugah', ya' never been a softie, don't cry."

"Shut up, asshole." She pulled away just enough to see him smirk. Bonnie always loved that smirk, and she grabbed his head and kissed him.

"Daddy..." At their daughter's voice, they pulled back, and Merle just looked at his girl. The next moment, Sky was in his arms and he kissed the top of her head.

"Hey there, Pumpkin." Skyler was fourteen, but right now she clunged on his dad like a six year old. Bonnie just smiled, almost forgetting they were not alone.

"Um... can someone explain what's going on?" It was Glenn, and looking around she saw that everyone in the group stared at them, especially at Merle.

"He's my husband."

"You're a Dixon?" Andrea's expression was dumbfounded. Nobody wanted to believe that an asshole redneck like Merle Dixon has a wife, let alone a daughter.

"Yup. I have been Bonnie Dixon for seventeen years."

"And ya' still has the nicest ass, babe." Merle grinned, slapping her bottom, and Bonnie returned his grin.

"I know."

"And ya' guys are still gross." Skyler grimaced at her parents, but a playful smile was in the corner of her mouth. But then her expression turned into sad while looking at her dad. "Uncle Daryl?"

"He's in camp, went on hunting." Merle looked at his wife. "Your sister?"

"Tannya is dead. She died at the beginning when a bigger horde came."

" 'am sorry."

"But we're here, nothing can kill a Dixon, but a Dixon, right?" She smiled, and Merle laughed and wrapped one of his hands around her shoulders.

"Yeah." Merle was never a good man, but he was good enough for Bonnie. They lived in the same neighborhood in their entire life, so she knows all of Merle's bullshits and still loves him. They started hooking up in their teens, but never really dating, but at one point, she had enough of Merle's one-night-stand bitches. Then he man up, and started dating her.

When years later he asked to marry him, it was not romantic at all. It was a simple day, and they just fucked - yeah, not just Merle is the only vulgar and pervert in their relationship, - and he simply asked, and Bonnie said yes. Then they had Skyler, and the little girl warped her dad around her finger, but Merle never admitted this to anyone. She was a sweet girl, but with the Dixon's short temper and her mom's attitude.

The group then managed to get out of the building with Rick's plan, so Bonnie started respecting him a tiny bit more, but she still called him Rambo. The camp was in a quarry near a lake. When they arrived, a blonde girl ran for Andrea, looks like she was her sister, and a woman with two kids to Morales. But what surprised Bonnie the most, was when a little boy started running towards Rambo.

"Dad!"

"Carl!" He hugged his son, and then looking at a woman, probably his wife. Skyler hugged her own dad with one hand while smiling at the scene in front of them. Then a man with a rifle also came up to them, apparently a friend of Rambo or something. He seemed to be running the camp. His eyes turned to Merle, then the girl at his side, and to Bonnie.

"Who are they?"

"Fuck off, Walsh, they with me." Merle said with a scowl, putting his hand on Bonnie's waist, but this made him even more distrustful.

" 'm Bonnie Dixon, and she's our daughter, Skyler."

"Now stop pointing a gun in our faces, dumbass." Merle chuckled at her daughter's comment.

"That's 'mah girl." Walsh lowered his rifle, and a lot of people from the camp were stunned by the fact that Merle has a wife and a daughter.

"Well, you're definitely a Dixon, that's for sure." He looked at Skyler, then at Bonnie. "I'm Sahne Walsh."

"Have ya' seen my brother or he's still hunting?"

"He not come back yet." Shane said.

"Daryl gonna shit himself when he sees ya' two." Merle grinned, and Bonnie laughed.

"Yeah, he's the sweet one out of the two of ya'."

"But you still married pa'." Bonnie shot a playful glare at her daughter, then kissed Merle.

"Yup. He's my asshole." Merle slapped her ass for her remark.

"C'mon Bon, ya can take your stuff in my tent." Skyler was happy seeing her parents together and went after them.

"It's so strange... there is a woman who married Merle Dixon willingly." Said Andrea, and the others laughed, but Lori seemed worried.

"And he has a daughter. It's really a good idea to let them sleep with him in the same tent? Who knows what Dixon is capable of?"

"Well, yeah... Dixon is a rude, sexist inbred redneck." It was T-Dog, but Rick stopped the argument.

"He's a man who just got his family back, just like me. And Bonnie and Skyler are good people. They were in trouble because of me, but still helped me. Well, they both called me an idiot, though." Rick chuckled, then continued. "Bonnie was on her own for weeks, she can handle herself, seems she can hunt too. And her daughter is good with a gun."

"The girl is more armed than either of us." Lori said, and then Carl smiled at his dad.

"Her mom has a crossbow, just like Daryl." Rick looked at the others a little confused, so Dale answered.

"Daryl is Merle's brother, he's on a hunt, maybe coming back tomorrow. And I need to agree with Rick here. The girl seemed happy to be with her father." They talked a little more, then everyone went on their own until gathered around the fire at the camp. It was a rare occasion when Dixon joined them, but now with his family. He was sitting on a log, Bonnie in his lap while drinking a beer.

Bonnie took the beer from his hand and drank it in, grinning playfully at him. He snorted softly.

"Why are ya' always stealin' my beer, woman?"

"Because ya' let me every time."

"Cheeky." Merle kissed her neck and Bonnie smirked. She missed her husband and now was happy to be with him again. Someone cleared his throat but neither of them seemed too embarrassed by the fact they were a little too intimate.

"How long have you two been married?" It was Dale, and while he defended Dixon earlier, he still rather looked at Bonnie.

"Seventeen years. We grow up in the same neighborhood, went to the same school, have been friends since we were kids. But this bastard was always a cooky womanizer, so nothing happened between us for a long time before we were married."

"Ya' are just as much a perv like pa'..." Skyler mumbled under her nose.

"Don't be a smartass." Merle said, and Sky stuck her tongue at his dad. The others just looked at them, waiting for Dixon to snap at his daughter, but he just let out a deep laugh. It was still strange, seeing him like that, when he was always sexist towards the other woman at camp. What they don't know, he may say some stupid and rude thing, but Merle Dixon never holds a hand on a woman. Not after growing up with their drunken, abusive father who beat his wife and his sons.

Slowly everyone started talking about something else, and they just sit there in silence, drinking beer, and enjoying each other's company. Soon Merle started kissing her neck again while stroking her waist.

Bonnie closed her eyes for a moment, sighing contently. She missed this, missed his touch, his kisses on her. She then turned around to face Merle, straddled his lap, and grind against his bulge.

Merle's smirk turned smug, he doesn't see or touched her in weeks, and now they cannot keep their hands off each other. He stood up still holding his wife, and Bonnie warped her legs around his waist. They went to their tent, Merle planned to ravish her.

"Hey, guys, ya' have an extra tent or something where I can sleep?" Skyler said and Andrea raised her eyebrow.

"Why, you don't wanna sleep with your parents?"

"Hell no! They not going to sleep." When the others looked at her a little confused, she grunted. "God, they went fucking! I ain't sleeping in the same tent with them, and they don't seen each other in weeks. Yuck."

"Oh!" Andrea turned a little red, and Dale laughed.

"You have a sharp tongue, little miss."

" 'm used to it, my parents are always like that with each other. God, I can't wait to see my uncle, at least I can hang around with him, while my folks busy with each other."

"You close with your uncle?"

"Yeah, he's like my brother. He's quieter than my 'pa, but he's funny."

"We're still talking about the same Daryl?" Dale asked smilingly and Sky grinned.

"Yup. My uncle is a grumpy bastard, but he's not a bad person."

"Looks like you and your family have a temper."

"Well, we are Dixons." She said like that answers everything. Dale just smiled, Skyler was not like the other kids at the camp, she was more mature, more confident. He can see the resamples between Skyler and her father, that's for sure. But she was like her mother in appearance, had the same dark brown curls, just shorter. Her mother, Bonnie seemed a tough woman who can handle herself and a man like Merle Dixon. Dale turned his attention back to Skyler.

"You can sleep in the RV, I have a spare bed. I'm staying up anyway to keep watch."

"Thanks, Hatman." Sky smiled and went to the RV, and Dale just shake his head smiling.

In the morning the camp came to life, but Bonnie was in her own bubble. She felt his naked chest against her back, and smiled while turning around.

"Mornin'."

"Best mornin' I had in weeks." Merle said and just looking at his wife. He arched an eyebrow in question when Bonnie started laughing so hard she clasped her hand to her mouth.

"Poor Sky."

"She's a big girl."

"I know, but still. She missed ya, and Daryl too." Her voice went a little quieter. "Me too."

"I missed my girls too." Merle pulled Bonnie closer, kissing her forehead. He had a bad temper, but loved his family fiercely. Bonnie was like a big sister to Daryl since he meet her. Her dad was almost as bad as theirs, but Bonnie's dad died when she was ten, and her ma' was always kind to the Dixon boys when they needed a place to stay when their father got too drunk.

"Ya guys are still naked?" It was Skyler's voice outside of the tent, and Merle grunted in response.

"Fuck off, baby girl." He heard her laughing and he smiled. Little bastard.

"C'mon, it's almost noon, and 'm bored to death."

"Give us ten damn minutes, Sky!" Bonnie yelled annoyed and Merle started laughing too. She smacked his chest. "It's your fault, ya always spoiled her."

"Nah, she's just clingy like her momma."

"Oh, yeah?" She asked as grinning and started hugging her husband a little too hard, but Merle was on top of her in an instant. He kissed her, then get up and started dressing. Bonnie just watched him a little, letting her gaze wander over his muscled body.

"Like what ya see, sugah'?"

"Mhm. Ya still sexy, old man."

"If 'm old, then what are you, woman?" She just laughed then put her clothes on, and put a kiss on Merle's shoulder. They were both in their mid-forties, but they acted like two horny teenagers. When they stepped outside the tent, Skyler face lit up, and was on her dad's side in an instant.

"Finally."

"Give a damn break for your old man, will ya?"

"Nah. I was with 'ma for weeks, if someone needs a break, it's her."

"Thanks, baby girl, ya can annoy your dad."

"C'mon, the Dixon girls against me, and without Daryl it's not fair." He groaned, and Bonnie just laughed.

"Life isn't fair. Have fun." And with that, she left them, she wanted to speak with Rambo Rick.

Some people from the group stared at them, but said nothing. They both ignored the stares and started talking about everything that happened to them in the past few weeks. She then said about Rick's son Carl, and a little girl Sophia, they wanted to invite Skyler to play with them but she found them too childish, too young.

"They are so naive. They want to play around, while I wanna stay alive."

"My tough big girl, just like your 'ma." She grinned up at him, then her eyes sparkled, and took out her gun.

"Look, I still have the gun ya gave me for my birthday. I used it on some geeks."

"Ya have ammo?" He asked.

"Just a few. I try using my knife usually." Merle reached into his cargo pants pocket, and took out a little box, full of bullets, and give it to her.

"Here."

"Thanks, dad." It was when Lori, Rick's wife came into view in front of them, holding a basket of clothes. She looked angry.

"You giving her bullets? You are careless, dangering the camp by giving your daughter a gun, Dixon. You really are just an asshole redneck who should not be raising a child, let alone a girl." He scoffed, but said nothing knowing her daughter too well.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch. I can handle a gun, my 'pa taught me how to use it when I was seven. "She sneered at the elder woman, who stormed away, then turned to her dad. "A bunch of pussys...

"Look at ya, all angry and feisty." Merle grinned, a smug expression on his face. But in truth, he was touched by how her daughter defended him. Officer Friendly's woman was right, he was an asshole.

"Well, I don't care if ya are an asshole, or somethin', you're my dad." She then giggled a little, leaning closer to Merle. "And I kind of like it that my daddy a badass.

"C'mere, you little shit. Love ya." She clinged to her daddy, and smiled.

"Me too."

Later that day they heard Carl yelling for his parents, probably a walker, but Bonnie and Merle remained on their spot, half of the camp was already there, no need for more people to fuss around one walker. That's when they heard an all too familiar voice.

"Merle! Get your ugly ass out here! I got us some squirrels! Let's stew 'em up."

"A got something better than squirrels, lil' brother." Daryl turned to his brother, but he doesn't even had a chance to say something when he spotted two familiar faces behind him.

"Uncle Daryl!" He dropped his crossbow and hugged her niece when she runned up to him, and picked her up. She don't minded he was sweaty, and dead squirrels hanging on his shoulder.

"Dare!" He looked up, still too stunned to say a word, putting his niece down. Just one person called him Dare. The next moment Bonnie hugged him tightly.

"Bon-bon, ya really here?" She was maybe not his blood, but he loved this woman like his own sister since they were kids.

"Yeah, run into Merle and some other people in Atlanta. God, I missed ya so much."

"C'mon, Daryl, I help ya with the squirrels while ma' telling you what happened in Atlanta."

"All right, Sky, then grab this." He handed her a couple of squirrels, while glancing at his brother. Merle just smiled, and Daryl started smiling too. Their family was together again, the Dixons against the world.

They all sit down together, four sets of hands skinning the animals in precision, while discussing what happened in Atlanta.

The others, especially Lori, watched them, and how comfortable the mother and daughter were while skinning the animals Dixon brought like this was the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it was. Bonnie never minded when her hands get dirty, and that's how Skyler grew up, seeing her parents and her uncle doing this a million times.

They don't know what the future holds for them, but they face it together. After all, nobody can kill a Dixon, but a Dixon.

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